Page 169 of The Fake Date Agreement

Between ice cream, chocolate, and popcorn, I cry.

I cry a lot. But then that was the reason I picked out this movie in the first place.

Then…

“Are youcrying?” Caleb demands.

I drag my robe sleeve over my eyes and peek up from my position, ready to kick him out of my room because so what if I’m crying? Wasn’t that the whole point of the movies?

But he’s not looking at me.

“Of course, I’m not crying,” Reid says, sounding outraged. But there is an undeniable huskiness to his voice. “It’s just a chick flick. Why would I cry?”

Caleb leans over.

Reid bats him away with a pillow. “Watch the damn movie.”

“You were. Weren’t you?” Caleb demands.

“It was an emotional moment. I’m not made of stone.”

Heart melting, I crawl over to Reid, climbing right into his lap and kissing his neck. “That’s okay. I cried too.”

Reid makes this rumbling purr of pleasure as he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my hair. “Hmm. You feel good.”

Caleb mutters something suspiciously like he wishes he was crying.

It’s strange to be the center of three men’s worlds because that’s how they make me feel. Like I matter to all of them, even more than hockey, which is unreal.

“You’re smiling,” Javier says, peering into my face.

“I’m happy,” I admit.

On a day I actively wanted to kill someone, I never expected it to end with me this happy.

Chapter 39

Javier

I’m smilingas I return to my dorm until I see the guy standing beside the entrance.

Tobie’s ex. Marc.

He’s nursing a black eye, courtesy of Caleb’s right hook. It’s not like Caleb to go around punching people in the face and it’s not in my nature either. I don’t avoid confrontation, but I don’t run away from it either. If Marc thinks he’ll find an easier fight with me, he’s about to make a big mistake.

Caleb and Reid fell asleep in Tobie’s room. I covered them with the comforter and left to return to my dorm. Some people can sleep sitting up on a floor. I’m not one of those people. Now, I seriously regret my decision to leave. I could have avoided all this if I’d stayed.

“Have you told her yet?” Marc calls out.

“Told who what?” I fish my keycard from my pocket, keeping my tone amiable when I’d like nothing more than to lay the guy out.

He didn’t just cheat on her.

He left her with insecurities she doesn’t even know she has.

Feeling like she isn’t worthy of love and respect.

“Tobie, about the girl you’re fucking.”

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