Page 68 of Trust Me

“Dude, you’ve got to chill with that.”

Absently, I spun the glass around. “With what?”

“We can exist separately, you know. It won’t kill us.”

Rolling my lips, I stole a glance at him. He looked tired, and I wondered if it was because I’d kept him up last night. Maybe he hadn’t slept very well with me in the bed. My cheeks heated at the memory, but now it felt a little tarnished.

“Yeah.” I hopped off of the stool and pulled out my wallet.

“You’re not paying for the soda,” Remi called.

With a huff, I stuffed it back in my pocket. “Well, I’m off.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Dean asked, lowering his voice to a point I could barely hear him.

“Yup. Just a long day. I’ll see you at home if I’m awake then.”

Of course, I would be awake as soon as I heard his footsteps on the stairs. It was an unbreakable curse, something else that could never be destroyed.

Whenever I recognized Dean’s steps, my heart raced for different reasons. But I was starting to fear that it would have much the same result as so many other footsteps, with some sort of pain at the end of it.

That was what I got for being a dumbass and forcing myself closer to him.

Oh well. I’d been through worse, and I’d become an expert at bouncing back. No matter what, life would turn out beautiful for me. I’d make sure of it.