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Was he trying to find a way to end things between us?

I couldn’t quite put my finger on what, but something had been off all week, ever since my meeting. I’d thought it was just the stress from all my work drama, but that didn’t explain why things were so bad tonight.

What if he was done with whatever we had going on and was trying to tell me it was over and he just wanted to be friends again?

That thought terrified me more than I wanted to admit.

How was I supposed to go back to just being Isaac’s friend after everything we’d shared? How was I supposed to live in the same apartment with him if I couldn’t kiss him anymore? Couldn’t touch him?

How was I supposed to give him up now that I knew just how incredible it was to have all of him?

With a defeated sigh, I let my head fall back against the brick wall of the building.

I’d done the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do when we started messing around.

I fell for him. And I’d fallen hard.

I’d always loved Isaac, but now I wasinlove with him, and I didn’t know if I could stop. Or even how to stop.

“Ready?”

I jumped at Isaac’s voice. “Yes!”

He shot me a strange look. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. I was just thinking about something.”

“Work?”

“Yeah,” I lied. “Ready to head home, or do you want to do something else?”

“We can go somewhere else for a bit if you want. Is there something you want to do?” he asked, the tightness in his eyes betraying that he wasn’t into the idea.

“Not really,” I said, grateful he was giving me an out. “Home?”

He nodded and pulled his keys out of his pocket.

Silently, I fell into step beside him as we walked toward the parking lot, trying to calm the fuck down before I started panicking about Isaac’s strange mood.

I didn’t know what was causing it or if it had anything to do with us, or maybe just me. I needed to stop making assumptions about what could be wrong. Otherwise I’d ruin what was left of our night by freaking out over stuff that may or may not happen.

It would destroy me if he decided he just wanted to be friends again, but I’d figure out how to deal with it and go back to the way things used to be.

Isaac and I were fine, and we would always be fine. I’d make sure of that.

I closed the door behind us and flipped the lock. Isaac walked a few steps into the apartment, then stopped and let out a loaded sigh.

The drive home from the bar had been mostly silent, and Isaac’s distraction had been painfully obvious. The few times I’d tried to engage him in conversation, he’d sort of grunted one-word answers at me.

And he couldn’t stop shifting in his seat and fidgeting. He only got like this when something was wrong, and the silent treatment meant something was really wrong.

“Jamie—” he started, turning around to face me, his face tight and his posture stiff.

I braced for whatever he was about to say.

He must have seen my expression change because he paused. “Jamie? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I let out a weird-sounding laugh. “You tell me.”

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