Chapter 85

Bellamy didn't reply, just quietly kept drying his hair. When she got focused on something, it was like she disappeared into a world of her own. Even though they were right in front of each other, within arm's reach, Fraser felt like she was miles away. Maybe... this was the real her after all. Cool. Distant. With a trace of that melancholy streak. Just like when he first met her back in school. All the clinginess, the playful whining, the bright smile during their time together-maybe all of it was just a way for her to hold on to him. But now? They weren't together anymore. She didn't need to pretend to win him back. That thought alone made Fraser's chest clench tight. Like something sharp twisted inside him and he could barely breathe. After a pause, he said softly, "Bellamy, can we just talk for a bit? It's been so long since-" Suddenly, a phone rang, cutting him off. Bellamy glanced at the phone on the couch. Dexter's name flashed on the screen. She hesitated for a second, then dec