Hillary
“You really like waffles,” Ben’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
I fight the urge to look up at him. We haven’t spoken to each other casually since that night—basically like a month ago—after he said he only cares about me. Care. Puff. Good thing we cleared that up. I really thought that there was something there for me, for us.
Care. He just cares about me.
Well, Jake loves me, and that’s really important to me. And he chose to stay this Christmas for me, no stupid job trip to London with Jackie.
“You are leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” Ben asks again, and I give no response, stuffing my mouth with warm, crispy waffles.
Today is the fifteenth of December, and my kind boss gave me a holiday break for two weeks and four days—that’s now until the fourth of January. Time movin
