XII .
MY PHONE VIBRATED AGAIN ON the kitchen counter, the messages slowly building up while I sipped on my coffee. I felt Ryan’s eyes glancing at my face then down to my phone, a concerned look on his face. After the other morning I confronted Ryan about the hickey he left on Amanda’s neck. He down played it, claiming to be drunk and how it didn’t mean anything. I was still annoyed at the whole situation and I was going to hang it above his head. And now, I’m trying to ghost Amanda. For the last few days after taking Amanda to the moors, things had shifted between us after she uttered the three words, and here I was avoiding her and having cold feet.
I didn’t want to have that awkward conversation of love. I had only been there once when I was in my early teens, that probably being more
