SAMANTHA
“You were quiet on the ride home.”
We had just entered our room. I sank down on the bed and curled in a ball, holding a pillow to my chest as I looked up at him. I had been quiet, content to just watch the scenery go by as Mason drove us. Matteo chose to stay behind. He wanted to party it up with Mark, and Mason and I couldn’t blame him. There was a melancholy feel to us, or maybe it was just me.
I sighed. “It’s hitting me that someone I used to love is engaged now.”
“Adam?”
I frowned, then saw he was joking. “Becky.” I laughed. “Asshole.”
His eyes darkened, and for a moment I thought he was going to lay with me, but he turned for the closet. He pulled his shirt off and disappeared inside.
“That bugs you?” he called. “That she’s engaged?”
I sat up, scooting my back against
