I’ve made it weird somehow or maybe it’s only awkward because it’s the first time we’ve talked about me leaving since we started hooking up. “Maybe we can hang out next week sometime?” I ask. “Sure. Of course.” He smiles but it feels all wrong. “If you have time. I know you need to finish the book. That’s the whole reason you came, right?” The pit in my stomach grows. “Right.” Because it is the reason I came. But it isn’t the only reason I want to be here anymore.
