The next day, I was eating breakfast in the living room. He had cereal and milk brought over for me, he said. I could tell he hadn't slept though. I doubted he had been here all night. I was in one of his shirts since my clothes needed a good wash. It felt weird to walk around with just his shirt and underwear on. It was like we were a couple or lovers for real. We had never really been much of anything besides s*x though. At least not until the end.
He was texting on his phone almost all morning. I brought my legs up to sit cross-legged on the couch. His eyes flashed to me instantly and his eyes were on my lap for a few extra seconds. I narrowed my eyes as he went back to his phone. Could he really mean what he said last night? Could he really still want me that way? After he had seen me
