“I’m driving you crazy?”
“Yes.”
At least we were in the same zone.
“It was stupid,” I told him, waving my hand around as if I could swat this entire problem away. Wow, I should’ve never come back to this town. So many things were meant to stay here, and I was dredging them all up. “I was stupid to even think that …”
“To think what?”
“That you …” Why was I struggling to say this?
He was leaving, and it would be just like it had been before he showed back up in my life and decided to become roommates with me and Gina. So, what did it matter?
“That we …”
Slowly, he nodded. Sighed. Sat down on the edge of his bed. The frame creaked.
He clapped his hands together. “You’re ready now?”
“Ready?” I asked. Though it wasn’t really a question.
Still, he answered, “Let’s talk.”
“We have.”
“Really talk this time because, obviously, what we’ve been doing isn’t working.”
“It definitely isn’t.”
“I love you.”
“Josh,” I whined.
“What?”
“You were just downstairs with that girl.”
“Kate?” He raised his eyebrows. “We were just chatting. My mom invited her and her family over. She’s getting married next fall.”
“Oh,” I said softly, leaning from one foot to the other. What was it about Josh recently that made me feel like I was acting like a crazy teenager again? “I didn’t …”
“Wait. Brielle, were you jealous?”
“No. I was just …”
His lip curled up. “You were jealous. You didn’t realize it was Kate, and you thought?—”
“You said you were already getting over me last night and?—”
“You were jealous.”
I didn’t respond. I was jealous.
He shook his head. “Good.”
“What?”
“Good. You’re jealous. Fantastic.”
