I left the house extra early today and won’t be returning until after I help clean Dad’s practice tonight. I take a seat near the door, a few seats down from the seat Jagger claimed for himself. I fight the urge to do the last one though because I know it’s a horrible idea to sleep with my roommate, especially when my roommate is Jagger Cruz. It definitely shouldn’t make me feel like my skin is on fire or make me want to open the door and yank him back in here, but all of those things are true. “Or I’ll go through your things and burn it myself.” “By the way, burn the shirt you’re wearing,” he says from the other side of the door. Jagger gives one single nod, searches my eyes one last time, and leaves my room, shutting the door softly behind him. Last time it happened he basically turned his back on me for good and right now I can’t handle one more bad thing. “I can’t.” I swallow and take a step back.
“I don’t know.” He lets out a soft breath that tickles my forehead. “Because you look like you’ve been crying and that kills me.”
“I think you do.” He’s so close now I have to tilt my head to keep meeting his eyes. I feel myself take a breath and struggle to let it out with the way he’s looking at me. He takes one step closer, his warmth enveloping me quickly. Do you want to talk about why you’re avoiding the conversation about you playing again?” His eyes clock the movement momentarily before he looks back into my eyes. What’s wrong? Are you upset because of this?” He taps the paper in my hand, his gaze on mine again, and I realize we’re standing a little too close to each other and we’re in my bedroom and something inside me is blooming too fast for me to stomp and kill it. that time that I can’t even bring myself to think about without my entire body heating up and me feeling like I need to flee. It’s the third time in my life I’ve ever seen Jagger look unsure of something. Best Websites to Search for Travel Insurance in Canada
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