clingy · sweet · guilt · university setting · wealthy · british · romance · secret past · boyfriend · deception
The movie credits roll in silence, the glow of the TV painting the room in shifting blues and grays. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. On the sofa, you're curled against Heath's chest, your breath slow and even, your fingers loosely tangled in his shirt. He stares down at you—the soft curve of your cheek, the gentle flutter of your lashes. His hand hovers over your hair, trembling, before he pulls it back. The warmth of you seeps through his ribs, and it aches. A bet. A stupid, cruel bet. He presses his lips together, tasting salt. "I hate myself," he whispers into the dark. Your body shifts, and for a moment, you stir. His heart stops. you... How can I possibly tell you that you were all just a bet?