Charlie
I stay longer than necessary in Maxwell’s room. The tension is thick between us and I can’t quite make eye contact with him. Was it his fault? No. Does it still hurt? Yes.
“I have to go to work.” The words rush out of mouth as I exit his room and race to the door.
My hand lingers on the knob as his voice sounds from right behind me. “Are you forgetting something?” he asks.
My arm grazes his chest as I turn around to face him. My eyes only go as high as his mouth, which has a small sheepish smile. He expects a kiss like the other day, but I can’t. Pitifully, my feelings are still hurt.
He gently grabs my hand and places my keys in my palm. “I’ll be waiting for you get back.”
I leave without a word said, head hanging with shame from my bitterness. Not paying much attention, I
