away. We both get under the covers, laying on our sides facing each other. The silence should be strained, but its peaceful. Shutting my eyes, I sleep better than I have in two years.

Daylight streams through the half open curtains of Reid’s room waking me up. Rolling over I watch him silently as he sleeps, knowing that when he wakes, he’s probably going to be a dick again. Hearing him groan I sit up and face forwards looking at the door, planning my escape if he tries to chip away parts of me again. I feel him move as he yawns, heat on the side of my face makes me think he’s looking at me “Morning” he says startling me, I didn’t expect that, I thought he would kick me out now he’s sober “Erm yeh…morning” I stutter “Do you want to use the shower first?” he asks in a polite tone. Why is he being polite? I’ve given up counting the ways this man confuses me “Err yeh sure, thanks” I say as I get up on wobbly legs. I manage to make my way to the bathroom and shut the door. Taking a deep breath, I choose not to overthink it, he’s probably just trying to be nice to get me out of his hair as quick as possible. Taking off his tee and my underwear I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up. Stepping in I let the tension roll off my shoulders, washing myself in his shower gel is maddening. Knowing I’ll smell like him until I get home and shower again is doing funny things to my head.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a towel I dry my hair as best I can and use a comb I found to get out the knots, waist length hair is a pain. I look around and curse myself for not picking up my bra and dress. Not knowing what to do I press my ear against the door to the bedroom and listen for any movement, hopefully he’s gone to use the family bathroom.

Pushing open the door I did not expect him to still be lounging against the headboard of the bed. He makes a choking sound when he sees me in just a towel holding his tee and my underwear, meanwhile I want to dig a hole and bury myself in it “Sorry! I thought you left and I didn’t take my dress to the bathroom with me” I say hurriedly. I dive for my clothes and high tail it back to the bathroom as fast as possible, putting my bra on I make the decision not to wear my underwear again, because…gross. I pull my dress over my head and try to get myself looking somewhat normal, I do hope he has left the bedroom as walking around commando is making my cheeks flush.

Balling up my underwear and grabbing his t-shirt I take a breath and walk into the bedroom; Reid isn’t in here and I breathe a sigh of relief. Grabbing my phone, keys and purse off the bedside table I stuff my underwear in it and make my way downstairs. I find Hayley sitting at the kitchen table nursing a coffee when I walk in “Hello dear, sorry about Reid being home. I didn’t expect him to come by!” she says panic in her eyes “Erm no worries Hayley. I’ll get going though if that’s okay” I say, not wanting to stay any longer. Reid told me to stay away from him, his mom and this is his home, it’s not fair for me to stay “Oh no honey, we were going to have breakfast” she says sadly, hearing Reid walk down the stairs, I’m now more than ready to leave, but something in me decide to see how he reacts.

“Morning mum. What’s for breakfast” he says sauntering into the room and grabbing himself a cup of coffee from the urn “Morning sweetie, Becca offered to make breakfast but she’s got to leave unfortunately” she says looking over at me “Yeh I’m sorry to intrude and thank you for letting me stay” I say as I turn for the door “You don’t have to go becks. Stay for breakfast at least” Reid says shocking the hell out of me “Erm, are you sure? I can make you guys some and then leave if you like?” I say not knowing why he’s being nice “What are you a maid? Come sit down and I’ll make breakfast. Mum you want more coffee?” he says nonchalantly. He moves over to the fridge and starts grabbing out things for a fry up while I stand in the doorway pondering that I may have woken up in an alternate universe “Come sit Becca” Hayley says patting a stool, I make my way over not taking my eyes of Reid’s back, expecting him to start laughing and being a dick again.

I sit on the stool and watch Reid work in the kitchen all the while wondering what’s gotten into him, why the sudden change. Two years ago, he threw us away, since then we’ve had no contact. I deleted his number a year after I moved, I tried so many times before that, but I wasn’t ready to let go, him never contacting me helped me make that decision. I stalked his socials sometimes though. I saw how happy he was without me, partying with our friends, pictures of him draped in women (mostly Tiff) and constantly watching his youtube videos of him playing his guitar. Watching him now and knowing all we have lost makes my eyes water, I try to hold it back but they are threatening to spill there and then in the kitchen. Excusing myself, I dash off to the bathroom to get control of my emotions. Once I’ve washed my face twice and taken a deep breath, I venture back out to the kitchen where Reid and

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