“Don’t go,” I repeat, kissing the top of her head as her tears soak my shirt.
“I’m scared you’ll get bored of me.” Her words are muffled into my shirt, but I hear them clearly.
Fuck.
Why didn’t I talk to her about this sooner?
I pull back, crouching to eye level with her. I cup her face, kiss her, and then make sure she’s focused only on me. “That will never happen.”
“What if it does?”
“It won’t.”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes. Trust me, okay?”
She thinks about my words for a moment, then nods. We get ready for bed in silence, which I hate, but I let her take the lead on the night. When we climb into bed, she snuggles to me, so I assume the night has taken a toll on her, and she just needed a moment to let it all out. She falls asleep before me, but I stay awake for another hour.
Our first fight and we made it.
We made it.
Or so I thought.
By the time the sun rises in the morning, she’s gone.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
NATALIE
The night they met
I’m not the type of girl to follow a guy I just met into his bedroom. A room that’s in a house he shares with a bunch of other guys to be more specific.
It’s not a smart move, yet this boy—wow. I’m drawn to him.
“Is this the part where you tell me your last name too?” I ask, using the same teasing tone he’s been directing at me all night.
He’s a flirt.
I like guys who still take the time to flirt.
Of course, I’m not going to tell him that. I’ve already called him out for attempting to hit on me. What would he think if I suddenly changed my mind, and I want him to hit on me?
“Banks. Tobias Banks,” he says with enough confidence to make me jealous.
The fall semester is supposed to start in just a matter of weeks, and I’m still trying to decide whether I should leave or not. Go home, call it a good effort, because college isn’t for me. It didn’t help me find what I was looking for or guide me in the direction I’m supposed to take with my life.
You know, all the things a young woman hopes to find.
But Tobias, oh, everything about him screams confidence. It’s not coming off as cocky. It’s more like “Hey there, follow me. I make goals and take action to get what I want” type of confidence. A man who put in the work and is proud to show it off.
Like right now.
I kid you not, if this boy pulls out a romance novel he wrote, I will very well melt right here on the floor.
A guy who writes romance and wants to shout it from the rooftop, or in our case, bring a random girl to his room to show it off, is definitely one to swoon over.
