“Stay, I’ll find my way out.”
“Already going?” she says drowsily.
“It’s late. I mean, early,” I shrug my shoulders, trying not to sound too rude, and I don’t know how much I manage it. “I’ve got things to do.”
“Now?” she pulls her face, laying back onto the pillow while reaching her hand out to me. “Stop being a killjoy, Dylan. I’ll make breakfast.”
Gripping the doorframe, I study her with my eyes, and wonder why I don’t actually want to stay. There is nothing wrong with Cass. I know she would be a dedicated, good girlfriend if I was to settle with her. I close my eyes and try to find a reason to stay, a little spark, anything that would keep me beside her, but can’t find any.
I open my eyes and shake my head with resignation. I don’t want to hurt her more than necessary, but I’m unab
