Kaylor
"We should stop."
His voice was low and steady. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his eyes locked on me, serious. “This is getting too real. We said no feelings, but I’m not sure I can keep that up.”
I swallowed, my chest tight, nodding even though it felt wrong.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice shaking. “You’re right. We should stop.”
He nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Good. Clean break. Back to roommates.”
“Roommates,” I repeated, pulling the hoodie on fully. “I’m gonna… head to my room.”
“Yeah,” he said, standing, his voice flat. “Night, Kaylor.”
“Night,” I muttered, slipping out and shutting his door behind me.
My room felt too small, the air too thick. My bed felt cold without him, making me toss and turn, his words looping in my head. I wanted to be
