She sits on the end of the bed. “This all feels like too much, even for a night or two.” “Ash is fine with it. I promise. I think he likes having a bunch of people around.” “I meant me staying in your house. Even if you’re not here, it’s a lot. I’ve seen you more in the past week than I did most weeks when we were actually dating.” Guilt and remorse prick at my skin. She’s right, of course; I may not have seen her every day but I felt her, wanted her, loved her. She was mine, no matter the distance. Until I fucked it all up.
