Why do I feel it isn’t awkward talking with him?
“Don’t worry. I will ask for an appointment for cosmetic surgeons. Maybe they can remove it while it still fresh.”
I look at him and nod.
“I will work here today. I don’t have the strength to go to the office.”
“Okay.”
“It means you stay here too. I have an office here from the door to the left.”
“I know.”
“Where is he?” all of a sudden, he asks.
My brows furrow. “Who?”
“Luke.” He looks at my fingers. “Your fiancé.”
My eyes widen before I burst out laughing. “Luke? My fiancé?”
He looks confused, and looks hurt?
“Luke is not my fiancé, Bash. I’m not marrying a gay.” I press my lips together to contain my smile.
“Then, who is your fiancé?” he asks.
My smile fades. “Luke is my gay roommate since college, and he’s engaged to Ryker.
