When I arrived at Ben’s house, his truck was already in the driveway, and the lights were on in the house. I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. Seconds later, the door slowly opened. “Come in,” Ben said, stepping to the side to let me in. “My mom and sisters are out shopping or something.” I took my shoes off and followed Ben to his kitchen. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just wish this whole New Year’s Eve thing hadn’t happened. Libby knows we didn’t work together. I know we didn’t work together. I know who I want to be with, and that’s you, but I still don’t like upsetting or hurting someone,” he said sadly.
“I feel so guilty—like I did something wrong. But nothing happened between us when you were with her. You two were broken up when we. . .” I
