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“I got you baby, I took care of it.” He kisses my forehead. “I got you.”
He cradles me in his arms and holds me tight, even as I soak his bare chest with my tears, my nails dig into him as I break down in his arms. How could I have let this happen? Who would have done this to me? I don’t ask as I drift off to sleep.
When I wake again, I’m back in his bed and Cuba’s next to me, flicking through channels on the TV. He’s dressed in black joggers and matching black tee shirt. His tatted arm behind his head. I still can’t believe I’m here, with him. That he saved me even though he walked away from me. Which now that I had that thought run through it brings to mind, what now? Is he calling me these endearing names because he feels sorry for me? I don’t want his pity, I want him to care about me like I do for him. Will he be done with me once again? Telling me I deserve better? Because after last night, I think we can agree he is better.
“Are you just going to stare at me?” His voice is low, but it snaps me back to reality.
“I’m not staring, I’m thinking.”
Cuba turns toward me on his side. “About what?”
“Everything.” I lick my lips.
He frowns and turns back around, grabbing something from the floor. “Here, drink this.” He turns back to me with a bottle of water.
I waste no time cracking the top off and downing half of the bottle. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. Screwing the top back on I lie back.
“I should get home,” I tell him, and he frowns again.
“You didn’t tell me what you were thinking about.”
“Why does it even matter?” I ask. “You made it clear that we weren’t anything. That we would never be more.”
Cuba takes a deep breath. “How about you take a shower, and I’ll order us something to eat. We can talk then, okay?”
Why is he trying to keep me here? I just nod, because even though I know it’s a waste of time, I still want to hear what he has to say even if it’s not what I want to hear.
Cuba rolls off the bed and grabs a familiar glitter bag from the floor. “India dropped off some clothes for you, and your phone is charged on the nightstand.”
Pushing off the bed, I walk over to my bag, my fingers trailing over it. Why didn’t he just wake me to leave with her?
“What do you think your stomach can handle right now, babe?”
I look up to him, he’s by the door waiting. “Um, Panera’s broccoli and cheddar soup with a green tea would be amazing.”
He gives me a small smile. “I’ll be back, try not run off before then.”
“Seems like your trying to keep me here.” I look away from him. “You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”
I don’t hear him coming toward me when I feel his hands grip my shoulders, turning me to face him, his finger lifting my chin. “This isn’t me feeling sorry for you, Arrow. This is me caring about you. Now, take a shower and get dressed.” His lips brush softly against mine. “We need to talk.”
Before I can respond, he’s walking out the door and shutting it behind him.
What is happening?
I try not to overthink as I stand under the hot water, aimlessly washing myself with his body wash, but I can’t help it, he’s acting so weird. I can’t help but think it’s because of what happened at the party. What if that never happened, would I have still have ended up in his bed?
Even while I pull on my favorite soft purple cotton pajama bottoms the same questions run through my mind. It’s going to drive me crazy. He probably knows this is going to drive me nuts until he gets back.
Pulling my tank top over my sports bra, I grab my phone. As expected, I have ten text messages and three missed calls, one being my mom. It’s Saturday and I’m not there.
I quickly send her a text letting know I don’t feel well and I’ll call her later. Next, I answer India letting her know I’m okay. The next text throws me off.
Patrick: Bitch, you’re dating Cuba and you didn’t tell me? Wow. We need to do dinner or something ASAP!
I read it again. Why would he think that? Shaking my head, I decide not to answer that and go to the next one. Dex. Here he goes again.
Dex: Wow, you’re with Cuba now? I bet you were fucking him instead of tutoring him. Don’t bother to try and come back when he drops your ass for the next girl.
