I fell against my pillow as Kara rummaged through her closet. “What are you so happy about?” she grumbled.
“Nothing,” I sighed.
“Do you know what codependency is, Abby? Your boyfriend is a prime example, which is creepy considering he went from having no respect for women at all to thinking he needs you to breathe.”
“Maybe he does,” I said, refusing to let her spoil my mood.
“Don’t you wonder why that is? I mean … he’s been through half the girls at this school. Why you?”
“He says I’m different.”
“Sure he does. But why?”
“Why do you care?” I snapped.
“It’s dangerous to need someone that much. You’re trying to save him, and he’s hoping you can. You two are a disaster.”
I smiled at the ceiling. “It doesn’t matter what or why it is. When it’s good, Kara … it’s beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless.”
Travis knocked on the door, and Kara let him in.
“I’m going to the commons to study. Good luck,” she said in the most insincere voice she could muster.
“What was that about?” Travis asked.
“She said we’re a disaster.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he smiled. His eyes were suddenly focused, and he kissed the tender skin behind my ear. “Why don’t you come home with me?”
I rested my hand on the back of his neck and sighed at the feeling of his soft lips against my skin. “I think I’m going to stay here. I’m constantly at your apartment.”
His head popped up. “So? You don’t like it there?”
I touched his cheek and sighed. He was so quick to worry. “Of course I do, but I don’t live there.”
He ran the tip of his nose up my neck. “I want you there. I want you there every night.”
“I’m not moving in with you,” I said, shaking my head.
“I didn’t ask you to move in with me. I said I want you there.”
“Same thing!” I laughed.
Travis frowned. “You’re really not staying with me tonight?”
I shook my head, and his eyes traveled up my wall to the ceiling. I could almost see the wheels spinning inside his head. “What are you up to?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“I’m trying to think of another bet.”
Chapter Twelve
TWO OF A KIND
I flipped a tiny white pill in my mouth and swallowed, chasing it with a large glass of water. I was standing in the middle of Travis’s bedroom in a bra and panties, getting ready to slip into my pajamas.
“What’s that?” Travis asked from the bed.