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My phone dinged right as I slid into my cool sheets. I was half-tempted to say whatever and ignore it, but I couldn’t.
Brand: That was weird right?
Me: No.
Brand: I just asked Cami. She said that was weird.
Me: I hate you both.
Brand: You mean you love us. That’s how I read that.
I huffed out a laugh and suddenly felt self-conscious about it.
Brand: I’ll get it out of you.
Me: Nothing to get.
Brand: Riiiiight. I know you too well to believe your lies.
Me: Goodnight!
Brand: Cami says goodnight and kisses. WTF.
Me: She could just text me that herself, ya know.
Brand: Nah, we’re like one so there’s no point. Call me tomorrow. Night, bro!
I chuckled. I knew I’d be able to avoid him for a day at most. Then he’d more than likely hunt me down. He’d been there to see the strangled air that had been around Ky and me for a while now. I’d even talked to him about it a time or two. He had tried to brush it off but now I bet he saw the odd things that I’d seen.
Turning my brain off long enough so I could fall asleep was proving difficult. I actually gave into the idea that Ky might have a thing for me, but I wondered how it had even happened. When had he realized it? When had he started to think about me as more than a friend? I mean, I didn’t have proof but it was the only explanation I could come up with. Why? That was the big beginning of every question that floated through my brain. Why had things changed? Why was he pushing me away? Why was he trying so hard to fight it? Why had he agreed to move in if he wanted to hate me? Why couldn’t he just fucking open up and talk to me?
I could answer that last one, no problem. Ky wasn’t a talker. But I couldn’t say that he hadn’t been trying a bit. That night on the beach meant more to me than I think he’d ever realize.
I knew it was stupid to try and figure everything out right now but it seemed like I couldn’t help it.
Finally, what felt like hours later, I passed out.
