Needless to say, there was no further hand holding or snuggling of any kind. I did end up taking the couch that night though.
When I woke up the next morning, Scott was sitting on the floor by my head, fast asleep.
What was he trying to pull? Like I was going to be moved by this bullshit.
"You're so much harder to be mad at when you're asleep on the floor like some idiot," I said, lightly fingering his curls.
End this, the little voice in the back of my head said. Scott was a great friend. As a love interest though, he sucked.
One year, we even talked about how Scott had a perfect year. Twelve girlfriends in twelve months. He got rid of them like they were disposable diapers. You know the crazy thing? I was jealous of every last one of them. At least they got to be his girlfriends. At least with them he tried. I didn't know what the fuck he was doing with me.
