Chapter49:

“Let go of me…. They’re gone.” I push against him with two flat palms, glad to be free from a body that reduces mine to Jello and panicking that if I stay any longer, I might dissolve into a liquid mess on the floor. He releases me and clears his throat in a weird, awkward way, and I step off, adjusting the shorts and vest I put on for bed. Overly aware of how much warmer my face is after that few seconds of intimacy. I turn and lift my abandoned mug and make it clear I have no intention of sticking around. Glad our non-discussion was interrupted so I can leave. “I broke up with Charmaigne.” He states it so bluntly when I have my back to him in runaway mode that I falter and almost drop my cup. If he was looking for a statement to make me stay, he found it. “What? When?” It’s an answer of shock. Sure, I misheard him, even if it was loud and clear. I spin back to face him, seeing how he has slumped back against the door behind him and is staring at the ceiling like a hopeless weirdo, ki