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Jennie's POV

I almost fall back on my ass as I watch my boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend? I'm no longer sure—watch me.

His eyes are red-rimmed like he had cried all through the night. I take a step back with a hand over my chest. I don't know why, but I feel like I've just been caught cheating by him. I really don't know why, but I also feel guilt welling up inside my chest.

"Jennie—"

"Oliver—"

We say each other's name at the same time and he holds his hands up as if to placate me. His brows are pulled together in a concerned look, a very soft look that wasn't there when I caught him in bed with that woman.

Shit. What am I even doing standing here and looking at him like I'm the guilty person?

I step back into the room and grab the cold handle of the door. I pull it towards myself and just before I slam it shut, Oliver grabs the handle on the other side of the door to stop it from closing.

"Jen...Jennie please listen to me, baby. Please just give me a minute, " he says to me and I scoff, tugging on the door handle again to slam it shut. "Jennie, please," he says in a more desperate tone and I give in. We've been with each other for so long that I can't possibly lock him out of my life right now. It makes me look weak and stupid, but Oliver is...Oliver.

I let him into the room and he lets out a sigh.

"I've been looking all over for you," he says and I fold my arms across my chest, fixing my eyes on the floor instead of looking at his face. Last night was perfect enough to cease all my worried thoughts and heartbreak, but seeing him face-to-face brings back the pain.

I guess he's finally here to end things.

"Jen, I..."

"How did you find me here?" I ask him, tightening my arms around myself. I don't want to look up or see the look on his face. "Everyone knows I've been losing my mind since you left, so when my friends saw you walking in here last night, they texted me," he says and I nod.

"I didn't come last night cause I wasn't sure you'd want to see me...I'd hate to upset you again, Jen." he keeps talking and the steely anger I should feel against him starts to melt.

"Why are you here, Oliver? What did you want from me?" I ask with obvious pain in my voice. The room doesn't smell like what I did last night. The man cleaned me up so good that there isn't a single trace, but while everywhere else lacks the evidence of his presence, I can still feel the thickness of his length inside me. And on my skin, I can still feel the press of his fingers and the brush of his lips.

Talking to Oliver while my body is in this state doesn't feel fair and I just want it to end.

"Jennie, I know I don't deserve you after what I did, but baby, I'm sorry for hurting you," he says as he bows his head and my eyes nearly pop out of my head.

"What?"

"I feel so guilty. You've been a good girlfriend. You've been there with me through everything and my moment of weakness shouldn't ruin everything we've worked so hard for," he says and I walk backwards till the backs of my knees hit the bed and I fall into it. I sit on the edge of the bed with my arms around myself and my mouth open.

This wasn't what I expected.

"We've been in this for so long and fuck, you even waited for me to get into our dream university so we can do it together. I would be an idiot to let go of you. I need you." he runs out of breath and rakes his fingers through his hair.

My breath is caught in my throat and I can't make sense of anything.

Oliver moves closer to me and takes my hand.

"Baby, you trust me right? It's supposed to be Jennie and Oliver against the world. Me and you." he kisses my knuckle and I almost throw up.

"Oliver...we can't. What's done is done. You slept with someone else in our room..." I trail off before I can add 'and I slept with someone else in this room'

"We can't let that mistake ruin us. What about our future, huh?" he asks and I shake my head. I want to reject his pleading. It doesn't make sense. What he did wasn't a mistake. He brought her to our bed because he thought I'd be away longer.

"That was not a mistake, stop calling it that." I yank my hands out of his and he gives me the most pitiful look.

"What about our parents, then? Are you...are you going to disappoint your parents, baby?" he asks and my head snaps up.

What the fuck? How dare he bring our parents into this?

"What about them? They're depending on us to do what's right. I love you, Jennie. I swear I do," he says and I turn my head away from his face. I can't look at him right now.

"Oliver..." I start to speak, but I stop when logic and emotions suddenly start to have a fight in my head. What do I do?