“Of course I do.” He tugs lightly at my shirt, trying to pull my attention back. “Come on, let me in. You can tell me anything.”
I sit up slowly, fixing my gaze on him, as a realization I’d clearly been missing finally clicks. “Wait a minute… what exactly are you talking about?”
He rubs the bridge of his nose, like he’s trying to prepare me for the truth. “I know you called it quits on the whole… fake dating bullshit.”
My lips part, and it takes me a few seconds to collect myself. “How… how did you know that?”
He pauses and his eyes flick everywhere except at me—my desk, my shoes, the blanket he’s wrapped up in. “He told me.”
“Oh.” I nod once, trying to keep my expression neutral. “He did?”
“Yeah.”
Silence stretches between us because I have no idea how much Braydon told him and wh
