Chapter Sixteen

love you.

Yep, I totally screwed up. I am a bad person. He told me he loved me, and I just stood there like I saw a ghost. He eventually helped me move my things back to his house, which I was not at all on board with, but he forced me and gave me no other choice. I spent the whole drive home with my head down toward the window, watching the sunset. I couldn't even look him in the eye. He loves me. My stomach felt like a storm was there, and all my feelings were mixed. We finally got to Roman's house, and he got out of the car and put all my things in the room he gave me. I could see the sad look in his eyes, and to be honest, I was feeling bad. He told me he loved me the word I had dreamed of hearing and I stood there like a statue. I go to my room, and Roman is putting the last bag on my bed. I leaned against the door frame, watching him tidy things up around the room.

''So I somehow fixed the room and put some new sheets on the bed. If you want, I can help you unpack.''

"No, I can