“I can tell something is going on,” he says as we reach the door. “Please, tell me what is bothering you so much.” I can’t meet his eyes because I know he’d see the answer, regardless of my words. So instead, I shrug out of his jacket, missing the warmth and scent as soon as it leaves my shoulders. “This will be easier if we just cut ties. Stop trying to be friends. Stop worrying about hurt feelings. If you want to date someone, you should.”
