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Killian texts me every single day, even though I’ve never once texted him back. I keep waiting—with no small measure of dread—for the day the texts stop coming, but I guess he’s still waiting for me to cave because it hasn’t happened yet.
Killian falls into step beside me, and my heart jumps a little, being so close to him. “Please don’t follow me,” I say.
“Why?”
“Aren’t you here to work out?” I say, lifting my eyebrows and nodding back toward the building.
“You think I need to? Here, give my bicep a squeeze and see how it feels.”
I slide him a look as he holds his arm up, his eyes twinkling.
God, I wish I hated him.
Life would be so much easier if I hated him.
I can see why Sloane picked him, though. If I had all the money in the world and the ability to buy myself any husband I wanted, I’d pick him, too.
Charming bastard.
Too much time has passed, though, and I know that despite his resentment over her methods, he has surely given in to being her boyfriend now. Despite her remark about having kissed him at lunch that day, it didn’t feel that way until I saw him touch her during Double Ryan night, and even that he explained away as essentially using her to get to me.
But I’ve also accepted the fact that he could have simply been lying to me.
I only know what I see of them on her social media—he never posts her, but he was never a big poster to begin with—but they look like a real couple as far as I can tell.
And I know that means he’s probably slept with her, and that means that no matter how charming I still find him, no matter how his scent affects me or his smirk tugs at my heart, I am done with him.
I want a man who’s all mine, or I don’t want him at all.
I don’t share, either.
I haven’t tried dating, but I won’t until I’m sure he’s over me. Until then, I do not expect it to go well, and to be honest, I’m not eager to get into another romantic relationship. The one with him will have left scars, and I figure I should probably take a little time to let the wounds heal before I start over with someone new.
When I can think about Paris without crying myself to sleep, then I’ll go on a date with someone else.
“You heading to lunch?” he asks, since he knows my schedule by heart.
“Yep.”
“You want company?”
I smile faintly because he already knows my answer. “Nope.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but I never get to find out what it is because Sloane comes walking up the sidewalk, her face a little flushed from the cold I guess, and her eyes a touch brighter than usual.
“Hey, you,” she says, walking over to him.
The sparkle in his eyes dims and he looks over at her. “Hey.”
“Well, it was nice catching up.” I flash them both polite but very fake smiles, then I take a hard left across the lawn and head for the parking lot.
I’m in the mood for off-campus food today, and since I can afford food with my Killian money, I think I will.
I make it all the way to my car, and then I feel a presence behind me.
Sighing, I turn around. “Killian, you can’t—”
But I stop because the dark-haired menace standing behind me isn’t Killian.
