“It’s me!”


    A familiar voice echoed down the hallway.


    I grabbed the railing,ing to a sudden stop. All the tension drained out of me in an instant.


    A secondter, I turned around and saw Hayden standing there, half–hidden in the shadows.


    The awkwardness from earlier still hung in the air, thick and ufortable. I didn’t know what to


    say, so I went with annoyed–always a safe move. “Do you even realize how creepy you look just


    standing there like that?”


    He just grunted. That one sound.


    God, it was frustrating. He had no idea how cold and dismissive that little “mm” came off, and it


    drove me insane.


    I was ready to snap at him again, but then he spoke, his voice low and soft. “It won’t happen


    again.”


    That shut me up.


    I pulled out my keys, turning to unlock my door. Just as the key slid into the lock, his voice came


    again, low and quiet. “I had the wrong idea tonight. It won’t happen again.”


    Wait, what?


    I froze, ncing back, but he was already slipping into his half–open door. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    Our eyes met for a split second before he shut it. “Goodnight,” he said.


    I opened my mouth, but before I could even think of something to say, it was toote. “What do you


    mean again“?”


    I knew exactly what he meant. He wasn’t agreeing to end whatever this fake thing between us was.


    But I couldn’t keep doing this. I didn’t want to.


    Regret hit me hard. Why had I ever asked Hayden to pretend to be my boyfriend?


    It wasn’t like I was worried he’d get too attached. No, the problem was me. I didn’t want to hurt him.


    He’d never had a girlfriend before, and I’d used him like a freaking prop. His first hug, first hand–


    hold, even his first kiss. All with me.


    I felt like the worst person alive.


    Cursing under my breath, I stepped into my apartment, guilt gnawing at me like a bad case of


    heartburn. No way I was getting any sleep tonight.


    And when I finally did, my dreams were filled with Hayden. Every time I turned around, there he


    was, looking lost. “Why’d you kiss me?” he’d ask, over and over. “That was my first kiss.”


    I woke up suffocating in guilt, even though it was still stupidly early–pitch ck outside.


    I grabbed my phone. 4:30 a.m.


    Hayden would already be up. If I had my timing right, he’d be on his morning run by now..


    This was my chance to avoid him.


    I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door.


    Driving through the empty streets as the sky barely started to lighten, I couldn’t help but feel like a


    total loser. Here I was, grown, living in my own ce, and yet I was sneaking around like some kind


    of fugitive.


    I started leaving earlier anding hometer, managing to dodge him day after day.


    But every night, like clockwork, there was always a cold breakfast sitting by my door. And with every


    passing day, the guilt just got worse.


    I thought about texting Hayden a bunch of times, telling him to stop with the breakfast thing.


    But every time I tried, I’d freeze. What if he asked me something I wasn’t ready to deal with? So


    instead, I just ignored it and left the food untouched.


    I figured he’d get the hint.


    Sure enough, by day three, I came home, and the breakfast was gone.


    I let out a long breath, feeling relieved. But somehow, a tiny part of me felt… empty.


    That feeling annoyed the hell out of me, and I couldn’t help but mutter a few choice words under my


    breath.


    They say when your love life’s a train wreck, your career blows up, right? Turns out, that’s pretty


    spot on.


    Work was killing it. I even locked down a huge contract over the phone. Just had to meet the client


    in person to seal the deal.


    “Ms. Kay, is it true you’ve been rolling in at six every morning?” Ron asked, smirking as he bumped


    into me in the break room.