Page 28 of Shattered Dreams

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Please don’t be any of those.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." I feel so fucking awkward. It’s never been like this between us.

I’m just glad we didn’t do anything else, but it feels like we have done enough.

Fuck.

"I'm glad you did." He rubs the back of his neck, still watching me. "Nothing happened. In case you're wondering."

Awkward much?

"I know."

But I also know whatalmosthappened. And so does he.

I stand, smoothing my clothes, needing distance, clarity, and a strong cup of coffee. At this point, maybe I need a new fucking identity.

"We should get coffee. Or food,” I suggest, avoiding his intense gaze.

Kieron nods, standing too. "Amanda left stuff out in the kitchen. I'll make you something."

Why would she do that? Did she see us kiss?

Oh my god.

I follow him, wondering if Amanda saw us asleep on the sofa. How inappropriate, and what if Poppy saw?!

I feel sick.

We move around the kitchen quietly—him making tea the British way, me buttering toast like it's a distraction from my thoughts.

When we finally sit, he slides a mug toward me and meets my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know."

Kieron sips his tea. "I didn't mean to mess things up. I just...I've waited a long time to say some of those things."

"I know. And you didn't mess anything up. Things were already a mess."

He gives a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

I take a breath. "I think I need space, Kieron. Not from you exactly, just from everything."

He nods. "Of course. Take whatever you need."

And I know he means it.

Just then, Amanda walks into the kitchen in her robe, blinking sleep from her eyes. "Morning. You two want breakfast?"

Kieron and I exchanged glances. For a brief second, it feels like we're teenagers again. Caught in something innocent but not simple.

A slight thrill zips through me.

Get a fucking grip, Ava.

"I think I'll go get some air." I slip outside before I can overthink it.

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