She tilted her head up. We were way too close. I could see the individual red strands in her hair, the tiny gold flecks in her purple eyes that I'd never noticed before.
"You're going to get fired tomorrow," she said. "Because of me."
"Maybe."
"Doesn't that make you mad?"
"Little bit."
"Then why are you here? In my room. Holding me." Her voice dropped. "Instead of running."
Good question. Wish I had a good answer.
"Because someone should care," I said finally. "And apparently I'm stupid enough to be that someone."
Her breath hitched. She pressed her forehead against my shoulder and just. Breathed. In and out. Slow.
"I really hate you," she whispered.
"I know."
"Like. So much."
"Uh huh."
"The absolute worst."
"Got it."
She was quiet for a long time. Then: "Thanks for not leaving."
I should've known Cassidy wasn't done.
She shifted. Got comfortable. Her leg hooked over mine like she was claiming territory.
"So," she said.
"So."
"You got a girlfriend?"
