21
Ian and I shared cold pizza in bed. We turned on the TV and got lost in the show. We barely spoke, but when he settled under my covers with his arm around me, both of us n***d, I didn’t protest.
It wasn’t long before his breathing deepened and his arm grew heavier over me. I laid there, staring at the blackened room. I never imagined being with a guy like Ian. Sure, I always thought he was gorgeous, but letting myself get attached to him was only going to lead to pain for me. He wasn’t going to stick around forever. I wanted to think maybe I could be different, but forever never worked out for me. My father left long before I was born. My mother was more worried about herself than me. Every boyfriend I’d ever had said we just weren’t right for each other. That they didn’t feel like I
