“No, it’s just…” He trails off and lets out a little laugh. “I don’t know. Your messiness is starting to mess me up too.” Shit. It wasn’t what I was expecting him to say, but I feel guilty nonetheless. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. He reaches up, swiping away a piece of hair that’s fallen over my forehead, only to offer a soft smile…and two words that stop my fucking heart. “I’m not.”
