“Sorry, I don’t see her much. It was just… easier not to tell her we broke up.” His freckled cheeks flush as he runs his hand through his tousled hair. It’s not fair for one person to look like this. “Right. I must’ve missed the part where we got engaged.” I muse as I glance over my shoulder at her, pulling from his hold. “Wishful thinking, sue me.” He snaps, following my gaze. Jesus Christ…
