"Oh," I say, freezing in place when I see Alex
Alex looks up from the coffeemaker. His eyes dart from me to the suitcase beside me, and he frowns.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"I thought..." God, a moment ago I was ready to charge out of here. Why am I faltering now? "I thought I might go stay in a hotel."
He gives a sharp shake of his head. "Nonsense. You don't need to do that."
"I really think it's for the best. I didn't mean to make things awkward between us."
He's walking over to me now, and that furrow between his eyebrows is getting deeper.
"You didn't make things awkward," he says. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have let it get so - "
"I shouldn't have asked for that in the first place," I say, cheeks blazing. "This is my fault. There are some lines that friends shouldn't c
