Cassie
There should have been a support group for women who couldn’t say no to the man they loved.
If there was, I’d probably be the president of that too.
I stared at my phone as Brett’s text glowed on the screen.
Brett: You busy?
Such an innocent question.
Most people would read those two words and think absolutely nothing of them.
I knew better.
Whenever Brett asked if I was busy, it always meant he needed something. Notes from a class he’d missed because of an away game. Help proofreading a paper before midnight. A second opinion on an elective he couldn’t decide whether to take. Once, he’d even called because he couldn’t remember how to tie a tie for a formal banquet. I’d laughed at him for ten straight minutes before driving over and doing it myself.
The worst part?
I’d nev
