Jase
Removing Stacia from my bed and my life again is a bigger pain in the ass than I was expecting. We’re not dating and we’re not together, but she seems to have blocked out that information. Ever since the drunken night where we messed around and passed out in my bed, she’s been coming over every day. Today, I’ve got to put an end to that. Even if I wasn’t still plagued by memories of Avery, I know I don’t want Stacia.
When Stacia arrives, I make sure I’m waiting for her downstairs. I don’t want her getting cozy up in my room.
She’s all smiles when she comes in and tosses her purse on the couch.
“We need to talk,” I say.
Her face falls and she tenses up.
She can tell by my stiff posture things aren’t going to go her way. “Sorry Stacia, I’m just not feeling it,” I mutter, rubbing
