All Chapters of Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“Hey, man,” he said to Hayden, flicking a look at me that lingered too long. “That mess outside? Not cool. Sorry about our guys.” The boy raised his hands. “There’s an empty room upstairs. Left at the top. She can clean up there.” He nodded at me. “You okay?”Hayden’s stare cut him off. “We’re good.”“Right. Sorry.” We moved past him and climbed the stairs. I kept one hand on the banister and one fisted in Hayden’s sleeve like an anchor. At the landing, a hallway stretched. Laughter seeped through cracks in the doors.I smelled bleach and sweat and a lot of weed and sex. We passed a door with a taped-on paper sigil: a slashed circle. “KEEP OUT.” Another door breathed with the sound of someone trying not to cry.We reached the room. Hayden pushed the door open with his shoulder and guided me inside. It was dim, a single lamp in the corner. An unmade bed. A dresser with a cracked mirror. A folded towel on the chair. The air felt recently wiped clean.“Here,” Hayden sai

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆Hayden’s jaw flexed once. He didn’t look at Megan. He looked at the wall above her shoulder like there was a map there he had to memorize. The only way I knew he felt anything was the way his hand tightened around mine until I felt bone on bone.“Hey, Megan,” I muttered.“Cute,” Megan said softly, eyes flicking to our hands. The corner of her mouth curled. “I see you picked… sweet this time around, Hayden.”“And you still haven’t changed,” Hayden replied, eyes finally meeting hers. “So Summer’s your girlfriend?” Her eyes never left Hayden’s.“She is,” he said, cold.Celeste slid closer to Megan’s elbow, eyes round and empathetic. “Hey, roomie. Rough night. You okay?” My throat shut. I couldn’t tell if the heat in my cheeks was humiliation or relief. I hated the way Megan looked at my boyfriend when hers was just standing there, pretending this was okay.Justin clapped once, and everyone flinched at the sound. “Show’s over,” he announced, voice pleasant. “Mistakes w

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆Hayden’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t want to hear it. I tore his jacket off my shoulder and let it fall onto the seat. The night air stung my skin the second I got out of the car. But my throat burned.I could hear the bass pounding from the frat house around the bend. My breath fogged, thin and shaky. The door on Hayden’s side slammed. He came around the hood fast, eyes wrecked.“Summer—”“Don’t.”I backed up. Gravel shifted under my shoes. He stopped like I’d thrown a hand to his chest.“We just started dating,” he said, voice rough. “It’s been—what—hours? Not even a day. You’re ending us in a driveway over a pause.”“It’s not the pause, Hayden. It’s what was in it.”He shook his head hard, like he could rattle the words out of his skull. “There was nothing in it. It was a breath. I was trying not to hurt you.”“You did anyway.”“I’m trying—” He dragged a palm down his face, then dropped it. “I’m standing here tryi

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡The bouquet was crushed in my grip before I even realized it. The petals bent, stems squeaking under my fingers, but I couldn’t unclench. I’d been standing outside Summer’s dorm for twenty minutes, and every second stretched like an hour.It had been a week since we broke up. Since she broke up with me. She hadn’t answered my calls or texts. She’d locked herself in her room, and I couldn’t get in.On the fifth day of my visits, Celeste reported me to the resident assistant, said I was causing trouble. Now the RA had banned me from stepping inside the dorm.For the past two days, I’d been waiting outside, hoping I’d see Summer walk by. But it was no use. Still, I waited. I’d just finished a lecture I barely concentrated on, that’s when I decided to show up again with a bunch of red roses. Celeste stopped short when she saw me, arms folded tight, just like the expression on her face. As I saw her, I was somewhat relieved. I’d never been this happy seeing her before.“H

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡It’s been a week and five days. My life without Summer. I never imagined it would be this hard. But it was harder than I cared to admit.“Ernesto.”“Yes, Boss.”“How many went out?”“You scheduled three before breakfast. That’s… clinically a lot. I’m at her dorm now.”“Status on the roommate.”“She’s taking everything in.”I sighed. Summer had refused to step out of her room in the past days. Since she had also refused to answer any of my calls or texts, Celeste still made herself the witness who kept the door between us despite her protests.“You want the red roses first or the eucalyptus mix?” Ernesto’s voice drifted into my thoughts.“Eucalyptus,” I replied. “And the card says—”“No card.”“You sure? Yesterday you had me write Ti amo and then called back to amputate per sempre because it sounded like a threat.”“No card this time,” I said. “Please.”“Copy.”I heard the knock on the door and Celeste’s voice through the line as she answered Ernesto.“Seriously, this