My Unforgivable Mate novel Chapter 60

He glances at me and I blink at him a couple of times before throwing out a suggestion. "Have you tired YouTube?" He lets out a hopeless laugh before going back to his Manuel.

We fall silent as I watch the irises of his eyes move form left to right then left again, he picks his head up a presses something and I follow his finger. He repeats the action pressing a coloured button next time. "You're supposed to do that right?"

"Yeah," he doesn't have a clue what the hell he's doing right now. I move away form him scanning the surrounding before opening a cupboard, different bottles of washing detergent and fabric softener are stashed here. "How have you been holding up?"

"I've been avoiding him as best as I can." I close the cupboard. "I've got nothing," I lean back on the counter putting my bottle down. "He doesn't act weird around me, doesn't hide his phone, nothing."

"So I'm guessing you haven't talked to him yet?" He turns meeting my eyes. "Are you going to?"

"Tomorrow, that way if we argue we can just make up." I throw my head back with a sigh. "I'm just so tired of feeling this way." I've done everything in my might to try ignore this and let it pass but my heart just isn't beating right lately.

I don't know how much I've given away, but I've been trying to ask my parents for help in the most subtle way I could possibly think of, I even talked to Tomas about this. This whole situation is taking over and I need to get it sorted out, starting tomorrow.

My eyes open looking up at the squared ceiling then I look over at Tomas who's already watching me. "Hurry up, I wanna go swim." I tell him and he turns back to continue pressing buttons.

Form the back, he seems to be built very similarly to Saint. The back muscles, the legs, the height, all of it. "If he cheats, like really cheats, are you staying?"

His question stops my heart, my lungs give up on me for a second too, I never thought about it, I never let myself think about it. "Are you done?" My legs are not even waiting for his answer, I leave without one.

Our morning is occupied with some tennis so I leave later on in the afternoon, after dinner. The latest Saint is expecting me is Monday, hell I don't even know if he's here.

Turing the key in hand I remember Tomas' words, if you didn't show up last night, of showed up later, I think you would have witnessed him cheat, I push the door open.