*Amelia*
Jim sits across from me, running his finger over my knuckles. “I can’t believe you want to eat at this f*****g diner.”
I smile at him. I may as well tell him. Everything is already imploding. “My mom used to sneak away with me and bring me here.”
He pauses, and I can tell he feels bad. “You aren’t going to spend hours in the gym tonight, right? Because calories at your mom’s favorite restaurant don’t count.”
“No, they don’t count,” I whisper. I feel like ass. I spiraled out of control and cried for hours after kicking Jim out, and I woke up with a massive headache from crying. He didn’t leave, though- just like he promised. “I’m really sorry.”
He shakes his head, threading our fingers together. “It’s alright, Darlin. I wish you’d told me about your dad and Avery
