like loud, rock bands?”
“No, of course not.” He reached for my hand. “I'm just surprised.”
I met his smile with one of my own, knowing that his surprise was my fault. I shrugged. “I know you're not into that kind of stuff, and I'm just as happy going to the movies with you or a nice, quiet dinner.”
“I love that we're into the same things...mostly.” He chuckled, but I know my revelation unnerved him.
Perching on the edge of the bed, I ran my hand up his arm. “It's okay for us to like different stuff too, though, isn't it?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Just don't ask me to ever go to Quigg's on a Friday night, okay?”
“Okay.” I swallowed and looked away.
“I know I sound like an old man, but I know what I like, and I don't see any reason to put myself in a situation I won't enjoy, you know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean.” My forced smile hurt as I leaned toward him for a kiss.
He let out a pleasant moan then pulled back and gently held my neck. “I love you, baby. You make me so happy.”
I grinned, my heart turned to mush by the look in his eye.
“Sleep well . Give me a call tomorrow afternoon, when you're done.”
“Sounds good.” He kissed me again before flopping back onto his pillow to watch me leave.
I waved and closed the door behind me, walking back to my room in a heavy silence. It weighed me down, making me feel small and pathetic. I couldn't help a touch of resentment.
I did stuff for David all the time : sat through his boring chatter about his study group, listened to his endless assignment work and his plans for our future. I went to all his debate meets at high school...and he didn't even take me to his senior prom. Instead, we went out for a quiet, romantic dinner, but...
I tutted. This was my fault. I'd never put up a fight when he'd suggested we skip prom and do something different. I was always happy to just go along with whatever he wanted. I wasn’t afraid to upset him...I didn’t think; I just wanted to make him happy. He took such good care of me that first year we were together, I felt like I owed him.
His confidence made me feel stronger, secure. I clung to that when he was away from me, learning to stand on my own two feet a little, knowing he was over here setting up our future. It seemed to drive me...until crunch time when I actually had to leave my comfort zone and follow him.
Now that I was here and with him again, it felt different. I still loved him, no question, but something inside me was changing, and I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.
Reaching my room, I placed my hand on the knob and grimaced. My stomach clenched with pain, and I bit back my whimper as I entered the room. I hated my gluten allergy. It could be so debilitating.
I also hated my allergy to telling David the truth, which for the first time felt just as crippling.
Leaning against the back of the door, I looked to the ceiling, my eyes glassing over with tears.
I felt like I was stuck in quicksand ; a sweet quicksand that was pleasant and secure, but a quicksand nonetheless. I couldn't break David's heart. He loved me. I made him happy.
That was enough, right?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
COLE
I woke the next morning, restless and agitated. Saturday had been a crappy day walking around campus, trying to avoid my room in case Ella and David were at it again. After three hours of mindless wandering, I couldn't take it anymore and braved my place. It had been mercifully empty, so I slumped on the couch watching a movie and trying to tune out.
Quigg's was once again busy but not as much fun. I got home just after midnight. The place appeared quiet and still, David's door closed. I had no idea if Ella was in there or not, but just the idea made sleeping near impossible.
After a quick, silent shower with no sweet songbird to accompany me, I headed back to my room and dumped my stuff. David's door remained shut, and I didn't want to kick around and wait for
“No, of course not.” He reached for my hand. “I'm just surprised.”
I met his smile with one of my own, knowing that his surprise was my fault. I shrugged. “I know you're not into that kind of stuff, and I'm just as happy going to the movies with you or a nice, quiet dinner.”
“I love that we're into the same things...mostly.” He chuckled, but I know my revelation unnerved him.
Perching on the edge of the bed, I ran my hand up his arm. “It's okay for us to like different stuff too, though, isn't it?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Just don't ask me to ever go to Quigg's on a Friday night, okay?”
“Okay.” I swallowed and looked away.
“I know I sound like an old man, but I know what I like, and I don't see any reason to put myself in a situation I won't enjoy, you know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean.” My forced smile hurt as I leaned toward him for a kiss.
He let out a pleasant moan then pulled back and gently held my neck. “I love you, baby. You make me so happy.”
I grinned, my heart turned to mush by the look in his eye.
“Sleep well . Give me a call tomorrow afternoon, when you're done.”
“Sounds good.” He kissed me again before flopping back onto his pillow to watch me leave.
I waved and closed the door behind me, walking back to my room in a heavy silence. It weighed me down, making me feel small and pathetic. I couldn't help a touch of resentment.
I did stuff for David all the time : sat through his boring chatter about his study group, listened to his endless assignment work and his plans for our future. I went to all his debate meets at high school...and he didn't even take me to his senior prom. Instead, we went out for a quiet, romantic dinner, but...
I tutted. This was my fault. I'd never put up a fight when he'd suggested we skip prom and do something different. I was always happy to just go along with whatever he wanted. I wasn’t afraid to upset him...I didn’t think; I just wanted to make him happy. He took such good care of me that first year we were together, I felt like I owed him.
His confidence made me feel stronger, secure. I clung to that when he was away from me, learning to stand on my own two feet a little, knowing he was over here setting up our future. It seemed to drive me...until crunch time when I actually had to leave my comfort zone and follow him.
Now that I was here and with him again, it felt different. I still loved him, no question, but something inside me was changing, and I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.
Reaching my room, I placed my hand on the knob and grimaced. My stomach clenched with pain, and I bit back my whimper as I entered the room. I hated my gluten allergy. It could be so debilitating.
I also hated my allergy to telling David the truth, which for the first time felt just as crippling.
Leaning against the back of the door, I looked to the ceiling, my eyes glassing over with tears.
I felt like I was stuck in quicksand ; a sweet quicksand that was pleasant and secure, but a quicksand nonetheless. I couldn't break David's heart. He loved me. I made him happy.
That was enough, right?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
COLE
I woke the next morning, restless and agitated. Saturday had been a crappy day walking around campus, trying to avoid my room in case Ella and David were at it again. After three hours of mindless wandering, I couldn't take it anymore and braved my place. It had been mercifully empty, so I slumped on the couch watching a movie and trying to tune out.
Quigg's was once again busy but not as much fun. I got home just after midnight. The place appeared quiet and still, David's door closed. I had no idea if Ella was in there or not, but just the idea made sleeping near impossible.
After a quick, silent shower with no sweet songbird to accompany me, I headed back to my room and dumped my stuff. David's door remained shut, and I didn't want to kick around and wait for
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