Page 151 of Straight to Me

I scoff slightly under my breath. “I feel it,” I answer honestly. Travis’s eyes look away from the television, landing on me.

“You’ll get used to it, girl.”

“I won’t have to. We’re not together.” Huffing out a large breath, Travis stares rather intensely at me, shaking his head.

“Bollocks.”

“I’m serious.”

“Right. Becausethisdoesn’t scream together.” He waves a hand at me in Dean’s clothes, in Dean’s house on Dean’s sofa under Dean’s blanket in front of his tv. “You’re kidding yourself if you believe that. You know what ending things looks like Mads, and this ain’t it.”

“It’s not that simple.” Feeling myself getting annoyed, I adjust the blanket, covering more of my body in an attempt to hide my scowl.

“What’s not simple? The two of you are just wasting time, pretending you’re not together.”

“We’re not.” A smirk crosses the side of his face. Folding my arms, I frown as he laughs turning back to the television.

“Don’t be cross. Wanna eat?”

“Fine. And I’ll take a cup of tea whilst you’re there,” I sulk. Travis laughs as he pushes himself up off the sofa toward the kitchen.

I’m not sure what’s happening, but when I wake up, I’m being carried up the stairs.

“What time is it?”

“Half nine,” Dean says.

“Half nine? Where’s Travis?”

“He left about twenty minutes ago. You fell asleep on the sofa.”

“Shit.” I feel bad that Travis had to see that. “Did he just sit there whilst I slept?”

“He said he thought about pushing a pillow on your head to stop the snoring.”

“I don’t snore.” He smiles his infectious, all-knowing smile.

“You do a bit, Mads.” My cheeks flush as he puts me down at the top of the stairs before tucking a strand of hair behind my ears. “You look good in my clothes.”

“I was cold, I hope you don’t mind?” He leans against the wall, looking me up and down appreciatively.

“Not at all.”

I smile, feeling goosebumps breaking out on my skin before turning to go use the bathroom. “So how was the run?” I shout from sitting on the loo.

“Uh, yeah, uneventful.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“How’ve you been feeling?” he asks.

“Pretty much the same. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning.” He doesn’t reply straight away, instead the bathroom door opens marginally and he peers round.

“Can I take you?” The look he gives suggests he doesn’t just want to take me, but be sat in the appointment with me. I nip that thought in the bud before it takes root.

“Only if you promise to wait outside when I go in?”

Dean looks down. “If that’s what you want.” I nod and he leaves so I can finish up in the bathroom.

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