Twenty-Four
Mia After Pierce had taken my brother home that night, I took the high road and ignored him when he got home, pretending I was asleep. And though his couch was pretty damn comfortable as couches go—especially with his scent clinging to my blanket—I didn’t sleep a wink that night. My mind played out every scenario of turning myself in, of being the good person and doing the right thing. But I was too selfish to do such a thing. I couldn’t let my feelings for him continue to bloom if I was determined to leave. The next few days, we went about our routines, him being at work almost the entire day and me being bored out of my mind in that tiny apartment. Cooking and painting seemed silly. I could have gone and gotten an actual career or something when I graduated, but now, I cou
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