As we stepped into Miller's suite, the door clicked shut behind us, enveloping us in privacy. “Why do I feel like you are using me to get rid of your boyfriend,” Miller whispered.
Truly, this whole thing with Miller is my escape from the reality that Raphael cheated on me, but I didn't force Miller into this. He suggested it and I agreed to spend the holidays with him.
However, tonight was an exception. I suggested we come over to his place after the movie because of Raphael. I felt a pang of guilt as I realized that what Miller said was the truth.
“I'm sorry if you think that way,” I managed to say as I glanced at him.
Miller's eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with intensity. “Don't be sorry. I don't feel used to you,” he said. His words caught me by surprise.
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