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He’s just being considerate by giving me my own space.
You’re so gullible. Such an idiot.
I’m finding it hard to argue with her.
The small bedroom is cluttered with a single bed, a treadmill, a set of free weights, a computer desk, and stacks of cardboard boxes. It’s obviously his catch-all room.
Jason sets my suitcase on the floor at the foot of the bed. “Sorry about the mess. I’ll clear most of this stuff out of here in the morning. We can go shopping tomorrow to get whatever you need, like a nightstand and a dresser. At least there’s plenty of room in the closet for your clothes.”
“Thanks,” I say, forcing a smile. Inside I’m aching. This isn’t what I expected. I assumed we’d be sharing a room.
That’s because you’re an idiot. He doesn’t want to share a room with you. How can you be so stupid?
Jason comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes.”
“Layla, come on. I know you well enough to know when something’s wrong.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
Tell him. Tell him you’re an idiot. Tell him how stupid you are.
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asks. “If you want to go home, just say the word, and we’ll go. It’s perfectly fine.”
See? He can’t wait to get rid of you.
“No! I don’t want to go home. I like being here. I like meeting your friends.”
He turns me to face him and studies me. I can tell he doesn’t believe me.
Tell him how stupid you are. Tell him you want to sleep in his bed. Tell him. I dare you.
I can’t do that. He’ll think I’m needy.
Youareneedy. You’re such an idiot.
“I’m fine, Jason. Honest. Why don’t you unpack your stuff while I unpack mine?”
He doesn’t look convinced. Glancing around the room, he says, “I know this isn’t quite what you’re used to. Tomorrow I’ll clean this up, I promise. We’ll get this room fixed up nice, however you want it. If you want it a different color, I’ll paint it. And we can get you new furniture and a bookcase. We’ll get you anything you like.”
I smile to hide my disappointment. “That sounds great.”
When he leaves me to unpack, I stare at the single bed and try not to let the hurt get the best of me. I’m sure he has his reasons for wanting us to have separate bedrooms.
Yeah. He doesn’t want to sleep with you.
You don’t know that.
But the more I think about it, the more it hurts, and the more I’m afraid she’s right.
When I’m finished unpacking, I go in search of Jason and find him in the kitchen staring into a sparsely stocked refrigerator. “What are you looking at?”
“An empty fridge.” He straightens and faces me. “How’re you doing?”
“Fine.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
