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You’re an angel, Dev. I’m gonna go eat, but I’ll talk to you later.
Lol. I am no angel, but thank you. I love you, sweetheart.I wish I could see you.
I know. I love you too.
I wish I could see you.
Those words ached more than my stitches ever could.
This was the sort of situation where peopleneededtheir partners around. I knew that the next few days would be relaxing, not having to worry about work and getting as much rest and video gaming time as I pleased. But it would be much easier to do it with Devin here. Just being able to curl up on the couch or bed with him would take so much of my pain away.
Would it be so terrible if I had him over? Would my parents really reject him?
Those questions swirled in my mind, pounding against my skull like a migraine, as I stumbled out of the bathroom and walked out to the kitchen to join my parents for dinner.
Chapter 22
“
S
o who gave you the flowers?”
I froze, my mouth mid-chew and my fork still stuck in my dinner. For the first few minutes of our meal, the three of us had been eating in silence, which I was perfectly content with.
My mother’s sudden question had shattered any hope of a peaceful dinner.
“Uh…I told you, one of my friends.” I quickly shoved another bite of food in my mouth, trying to keep my tone as level as possible and not reveal any deception.
“Which one? Was it one of the friends I met at the game shop?”
“Y-Yes.”
I peered down at my Styrofoam takeout container, praying that my mother would get the hint and stop prying. But I knew that was wishful thinking. Since I rarely saw my parents, they were always eager for details on my personal life. At least my motherwas.
“That’s so sweet of them,” she continued, and my shoulders loosened. “They got you dolmades and spanakopita, your favorites. They must know you really well.”
My shoulders tightened right back up. She wasn’t going to let this go.
“Was it that curly-haired girl we were talking to? The one with the boyfriend?”
My mouth opened, then immediately snapped shut. It would be easy to just claim Cassidy had sent me the flowers. After all, she was still staying at Aaron’s apartment and hadn’t been by to say hello yet.
But it still wouldn’t make sense. Why would Cassidy have flowers delivered instead of just driving over? Plus, if my mother ever saw Cassidy again, she’d thank her for sending the flowers, and Cassidy would have no idea what she was talking about.
God…I set my fork down on the table with a loud metallic clank. All the anxiety and plotting was giving me a headache.
I guess I could always just text Cass and warn her…
Wait… no.
You know what?
Fuck this.
I couldn’t hide the truth forever, and concealing my relationship made me feel like a bad girlfriend. Whether I told my parents today or in six months, they would judge him all the same. Better to get it over with now.
“Was it not her?” my mother continued, and I could feel my jaw clenching. “Was it—?”
