The door closed behind Alejandro softly and I let out the breath I hadn’t even known I was holding in. Letting it out felt like letting go of a handful of bees, stinging and painful but relief at the end. Turning and starting back up the stairs I see Miguel standing at the top of them with a guilty look on his face and wringing his hands. What am I even meant to say to him?
Last night…happened. We had a nice night but nothing happened. We fell asleep and obviously got a little cuddly but that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Especially because Alejandro and I have a fake relationship, none of this is real. He doesn’t get to be jealous, especially because nothing happened!
But now Miguel might regret sleeping over, he might regret what happened because of his i***t brother. Again, Miguel remi
