“It’s nothing,” I say. “You can use anything you want. I’ve got a decent face cream, and—”
“Justin.” She cuts me off. “I can manage.”
I bob my head, then grab one of my spare towels and hand it to her. She takes it and waves her fingers, telling me to hurry up. I pull out some clean clothes and lay them on the bed before stepping out.
Shutting the door behind me, I head to the kitchen, wash my hands, and get to work. I promised her dinner and a horror movie, and that’s exactly what she’s getting.
I’ll make sure she stays sober and keeps her mind off that loser ex. Yeah, her ex. Don’t tell anyone, but I might have twirled a little in the kitchen.
Shame on me, right? She’s heartbroken, and even without knowing exactly what she saw on his phone, I’m just happy it’s over. Maybe I should
