A light knock comes on my door and I open my eyes and Mycole enters. He wears a navy blue sweater and black jean and his hair decent as always and his blue eyes lighten upon seeing me. He smiles and walks to my bed and kisses my head and I narrow my eyes at him.
"You've been crying?" He asks in concern.
"Like you don't know," I grumble and rub my eyes roughly, pulling away from the strand of hair that sticks to the tears on my face.
"No, I don't." He replies blankly.
He's either so good at denying or he's telling the truth.
"You came in earlier to tell me I should stay away from Rory and that he is worse than Toby and that I'm going to be hurt many months from now."
"I didn't say anything and I'm just coming back from work, you must have been dreaming."
I shake my head. "You don't c
