I shut the door slowly, like my body hadn't caught up to my brain yet.
Then I just stood there.
The room felt suddenly… too quiet. My ears rang with her words on repeat.
Stay away from my stupid brother. He brings different girls over and you're going to get hurt.
I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the duvet like it was supposed to anchor me.
My chest felt tight, heat kept crawling up my neck.
I mean… she doesn't know me. She doesn't know what's going on between us.
But she knows him.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head like I could toss the thought out.
He carried my shopping bags, called me his girlfriend in front of the butler, had a whole room prepared for me. He… he made me feel wanted. To feel special.
My chest ached, because I knew she was right…he's really a careless, heartless player.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and turned the shower on hot. Letting the steam swallow me felt easier than letting my brain run in circles.
