#Chapter83

I exhale so heavily, flop back with his statement, ending up star-shaped on Dane’s bed, and stare at the ceiling. Déjà vu ringing around my head.

“What is it with you and your boyfriend liking girls but refusing to date them? Is this a new trend? What even, Tyler?”

There’s a long pause of silence, and I lift my head to strain my neck and stare at him. He’s sat forward in his chair, arms on his legs, picking at his thumbnail and head hung low as he stares at his fingers. He looks how I feel at this moment.

“She deserves someone worthy. Someone not like me, who...