I thought it was hard to be around her when she hated me, but I was wrong because this is so much worse. Hate kept a line drawn between us. “Break up with your boyfriend, Piper.” “Wha-at?” Her voice breaks on the word. I invade her space. She doesn’t step back. “I want good things for you too.” “Okay.” A line forms between her brows. I allow myself only to brush my fingers against hers. It’s the smallest contact. Not enough, but still so fucking good. “Break up with him because I’m what’s good for you.”
