“Not until you admit you like her.” He follows me into the living room. “Honestly, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you actually did. You’ve spent years cutting yourself off from the rest of the world. I think maybe you need her just as much, if not more, than she needs you.”
“Fucking hell, Link,” I grumble, grabbing a spare blanket and pillow out of the closet before dropping them onto the couch.
I don’t relish the idea of sleeping on this lumpy old thing again but giving Fallon my bed seems like the right thing to do. I may be a fucker, but I’m not a complete asshole.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you did, you know?” Link falls serious. “She’s a great girl. And damn.” He bites his fist. “She is gorgeous.”
I can’t fight him on that. She really is beautiful.
“She’s also a complete stranger,” I remind himandmyself. “I know next to nothing about her.”
“Since when has that stopped you?”
“Fuck this.” I collapse down onto the couch. “If you want to stand there and keep spouting bullshit, be my guest, but I’m going to sleep. Enjoy listening to yourself talk.”
With that, I roll over and toss the blanket over my head. Seconds later, I hear Link stomp down the hall toward his room.
Thank fuck...