“Same difference,” he mutters, stretching his arms behind his head.
I shake my head quickly and move to the bedside table, setting the bags down. The smell of pizza, sandwiches, and something sweet fills the room. When I peek inside, I find at least two days’ worth of food…maybe three.
“How on earth am I supposed to eat all this?” I mumble, half to myself.
And yeah, Braydon’s still standing behind me. I can feel him there, like the air shifts every time he breathes. Heat rushes up my neck, crawling all the way to my ears, and suddenly every decision I’ve made in the last ten minutes feels like it’s closing in on me.
God. I kissed him first and if that’s not bad enough, I asked him to… No. Nope. We’re not going there.
I can’t just pretend none of that happened and casually go in for r
