Always Will by Jacobson Melanie

Author:Jacobson, Melanie [Jacobson, Melanie]
Language: ara
Format: epub
Tags: romance, humor, social media, crush, LDS, Marriage, Clean, online, settle down, soulmate, dating, friends
Publisher: Covenant Communications Inc.
Published: 2015-10-01T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

When I walked past Will’s door on the way back to my place from the pool, I reminded myself not to poke my head in for a fix of him. That couldn’t be a part of the routine anymore.

But I hadn’t accounted for him opening it as I passed and pausing for a startled moment like I’d given him a heart attack. “Geez!” he yelped, and I jumped.

“Whoa. Sorry. You know, for walking down the hall where I live.”

He shot me a dirty look. “I didn’t expect you to be right outside my door.”

I waved at my door. “I have to be outside your door several times a day if I want to get to mine. And I do want to,” I said. I started down the hall again, but he protested.

“Wait. You gotta help me pick my shirt for tonight.”

“I really don’t,” I said. Don’t get in Will’s way anymore had made the list of how to be in my post-Will reality. Help Will with dates had not. “Good luck.”

I slipped into my place and collapsed on my couch with a pillow over my face so I could scream into it. How could he have been so clueless for so many years? How had I let myself settle for that? Never again. One more frustrated bellow and I’d get up and do one of the first things on my “Figure Out What Makes Me Happy” list: call Jay. And tell him I was working on a broken heart, but if he was okay possibly being my rebound, I was down for more dinners and adventures and baseball arguments.

But I didn’t even have time to let out the second scream before my front door opened.

Ugh. I should have thrown the bolt. I’d been too focused on getting away from Will to think about it.

“What is wrong with you?” he demanded. “Is this a PMS day?”

It enraged me on multiple levels. First, that guys always assumed that girls being angry at them must be a function of hormones and not a legitimate beef. Second, that it was such a sibling thing to say. And third, it was so condescending. Guys could spout their clueless sympathy about that stuff the day they started dealing with it. But fourth, PMS had nothing to do with anything.

“Why would you even say that?” I demanded, shoving myself up from the sofa and pushing my hair out of my eyes so I could glare at him.

His eyebrows quirked at me, then he pointed to the kitchen table and shrugged. “You’ve obviously been home all day. That wasn’t there last night.” As evidence went, it was kind of damning if you didn’t know the facts. Several empty water bottles, empty nutrition bar wrappers, banana peels, discarded orange rinds, and crumpled bits of notebook paper littered the surface.

But I did know the facts of the day. And it made me crankier with him. “You don’t know nearly as much as you think you do,” I growled. “If this was a hormone thing, you’d see empty bottles of Coke and Snickers wrappers.

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