I nodded, and an awkward silence followed. Before last Thursday, I would’ve gone to her and stretched out on the bed beside her, hoping she’d give me a back rub…or a front rub. Or I’d at least have gone to her to kiss her hair before letting her get back to her homework. But today, I shifted uncomfortably, not feeling as if I had the right and yet itching to just touch her for my own sanity.
Ever since Patricia had shown up, her clothes stuffed full of padding to make her look pregnant as she claimed the baby was mine, I’d been seriously f****d up in the head. She must’ve assumed I hadn’t told Reese the truth by now and that Reese still believed I really had slept with her back in September. And that freaked me out, because... What if it made Reese question everything she thought she knew
