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Cassie
“Mm.” Toby kissed my neck as I tried to get the notes right. “Do you have to practice? We practice enough.”
“Of course I have to practice,” I said. “You know that better than anyone.”
After Yarvis left, Luke had started wheeling around the apartment with his phone in his lap, muttering to himself. Whenever he saw me, he seized. I’d thought about calling my mom, going over there for dinner, but instead I’d called Toby.
“You like your keyboard more than me?” he said, making a trail with his mouth to my shoulder, the tips of his hair brushing my skin. “I’m just kidding,” he added, between kisses. I couldn’t help wondering, then why did you say it?
“It’s just hard to play over there right now.”
“You should just live here!” Toby said, standing up.
I smiled. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. It’s only been a few months since we got together, but we’ve known each other now for almost two years.” He gave me a small smile.
I looked at him, unable to mask the surprise on my face.
He shrugged, clearly trying to sound casual. “We could jam all the time. All you wanted. It would be so fun.”
Suddenly the room felt smaller.
“This is a great place. And I like you a lot.” As Toby began to rub my neck, I said gently, “But I can’t move in with you, you know that.”
He was quiet then, still massaging. I had hurt his feelings. Always hurting feelings. That’s me! Mean ol’ Cassie. I remembered how kind he had always been. I knew he was just trying to be supportive, but Nora’s look came back to me, her silent message.
Toby’s hands dug harder, moving down to my shoulders. I dipped out from underneath his grip and stood up. “I mean, come on, Toby. As if I could just breeze over here.”
He lifted his hands and left the room. I took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” I called. “You know I have to keep up appearances with Luke.”
“Of course. You have to keep up appearances with Luke. Your husband.” Something banged in the kitchen. I sighed and padded into the other room. When he saw me, his face tightened further.
I paused in the doorway. “I’m giving everything I have to make a career. This is already not easy, and I can’t take on anything else right now.”
“If you don’t want to commit to me, that’s fine, but don’t pretend like I’m the cause of more stress,” he said, pouring olive oil into a pan. “I’m a good thing in your life. Not that bullshit you have to do with Luke. I’m real.”
I stepped toward him. “I’m not saying we aren’t good together. I’m just...” It wasn’t about just keeping up the lie anymore. I was worried about Luke. He wasn’t the same. And it shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. I didn’t want to create a bigger gap between us than there already was. Luke and I had to get through this together. Or we at least had to try. “I just like it the way it is with us.”
“I don’t understand,” he said, throwing garlic in the pan. “You always tell me how you’re doing this for me and The Loyal, but when I’m offering to make it easier for you, you refuse.”
I remembered Nora’s hands on Fleetwood Friday, the choking motion. He’s going to try to lock you down. “I’d rather no one ‘offer’ me anything. I’d rather make it for myself, thanks.”
He turned on the gas, staring at the flames licking. “Well, good luck with that.”
My capacity was full. Luke, Yarvis, the band, work, health, Mom, everything. Toby had his piece of my attention, but he wanted more and I couldn’t give it to him. I had no more left.
“Don’t insult my choices.”
“I wasn’t—” Toby started, but I was already in the living room, putting my keyboard in its case. I had a song to master.
“I have to go,” I called to him. I could hear the oil searing. He didn’t follow me out.
