Chapter 0146


    | drag my hand down my face and force myself to look at Kent. He’s looking right at me, of course, from his ce outside the


    room. Looking at me as | sit in the clothes he sent, having a movie night with his son.


    “Is ita surprise?” Daniel asks, working hard to pull Kent''s attention back to him. It doesn’t work. Kent keeps his eyes fixed on me.


    “I''m just having a nice evening in with my fiancé, after all,” Daniel continues. “What’s so surprising about that.”


    Kent ignores his son. | shift ufortably under his gaze, looking down at the popcorn in myp. | look up when | hear Kent


    speak again.


    “Well,” he says, his voice conclusive. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt. You two have fun.” He pauses, looking me straight in the eye


    for a good ten seconds before turning slowly and striding away, perfectly in control. Daniel rudely ms the door after him.


    “Daniel,” | sigh. “Do you have to be such a dick?”


    “He’s being a dick, Fay!” Daniel explodes, throwing his hands in the air. “What he’s doing to you — how he’s treating you! I’m


    saving you from that!”


    “Daniel,” | hesitate, looking at him with sorrow on my face. “Did you ever think that maybe...”


    He goes still, staring at me with his mouth open. | trace the design on my duvet, awkward.


    “Seriously?” Daniel breathes. “He got to you too?”


    | look up at him, a little rueful. He did.


    “Can we just...enjoy the night?” | sigh, gesturing towards the empty side of the bed. “You scared him away — isn’t that what you


    wanted?”


    Daniel sighs too, putting his forehead in his hand and closing his eyes to think it through.


    “Juste watch the movie with me” | plead softly. It breaks my heart to see my friend so upset, even though...well, even


    though | know that this isn’t going to end well for us. That if | start sleeping with his dad, things are forever going to be changed


    between Daniel and me.


    And suddenly | decide that what | actually want — really — is onest real night with my best friend. While he’s my best friend.


    Daniel nods then, perhapsing to the same conclusion, and climbs back into the bed with me. | rest my head on his shoulder


    and he gives me a chaste little kiss on the forehead, both of us apparently deciding not to talk about it. Perhaps, in this case,


    silence is best.


    We finish Clueless, and a couple more movies, before | eventually drift off to sleep with my head still on my friend’s shoulder.


    But | swear, myst waking thought is to wonder what the hell would have happened, really, if | made Daniel go away. And called


    Kent back.


    And let him peel this little fur robe from my shoulders and drop it to the floor.


    | wake up the next morning to the sound of a knock on the door at six AM. | groan, blinking awake, and look sideways to see


    Daniel doing the same in the bed next to me.


    “Mornin’,” he murmurs to me, rubbing his eyes. When | get up, Daniel turns over onto this stomach, burrowing back into the


    pillows.


    “Lazy,” | chide, smiling at him and heading for the door. “What, you don’t get up to receive your own clothes deliveries in the


    morning?”


    “Clothes deliveries?” Daniel asks, peering at me. “Your clothes are delivered?”


    | open the door and give the


    housekeeper standing there a smile,


    epting the folded thes@halthe


    whjtewioxtiandath, My eyes raise at


    that — the white box in the morning is


    new. Then, | turn back to Daniel,


    frowning a little. “You don’t get


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    “No, Fay,” Daniel says, sitting up and staring at me. | see him put it all together in his sleepy mind as | walk back to the bed. “Oh,


    gross, seriously? He picks out your clothes every day?”


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    “| kind of like it,” | say, shrugging and


    laying out the clothes I’ve been s


    . et tossingtiwhite Box


    at hoping Daniel


    lea t ask about it. “Takes a lot of


    pressure off of me. And he has good


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    “It''s so creepy, Fay,” Daniel whispers, scrunching his nose.


    “He’s been doing it since | moved in,”


    | reply, nonchnt as | admire earn


    pretty blue Tone


    spaloped ba) sleeves that Kent sent


    today. “| thought it was Fiona, at first,


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