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“I’ll think about it.” He dug his keys from his front pocket. “I’m not up for hanging out tonight. It’s not you,” he said, hurrying to reassure me even though I hadn’t said anything. “But I need to think.”
“That’s all I’m asking.” I didn’t like the vibe between us. I didn’t feel like he was mad at me, but for over a month now, I’d felt like parts of him were off limits to me, times he was away somewhere in his head, or times when he was singing and I’d convince myself that his lyrics were about me, but then he’d blink like he’d just realized I was standing there.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead—a kiss he might as well have been giving a favorite auntie—and headed out. “Oh,” he said, stopping at the door. “Do you mind locking up?”
I shook my head. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks,” he murmured as he walked out, and once again, I was left with the distinct feeling he’d already forgotten he was leaving me behind.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“You were right.”
I jumped as I walked out of my apartment to the stairs. Miles was sitting halfway down them, his back against the wall. I hadn’t heard from him at all yesterday, even when I’d texted, and now he was hanging out and smiling up at me.
I leaned against the wall and stared down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting here for you.”
“Duh. Why?”
“Because you said duh.”
“When?”
“Just now.”
I blinked at him. “You’re sitting on my stairs because I said ‘duh’ just now?”
He patted the stair two steps above him in invitation. “Join me and I’ll catch you up?”
I stayed put and eyed him.
“Please?” he added.
None of this made any sense, but I sat on the step he indicated because he’d at least asked nicely. “You didn’t answer my text last night.”
