ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘.

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Well, technically you're here because you manipulated your whole family! because you're a manipulative dick. just like you manipulated me today!

Her words ring in my head. What's worse is what she said was right but I didn't think that's how she saw me.

Is that all I am in her story? A manipulative dick?

Is that it?

On top of that, I'm like 99% sure I screamed I loved her in the middle of an argument.

Definitely not how I wanted it to happen.

I'm seriously hoping she didn't hear it and we can move past it so when I do tell her, it's not with me screaming at her like a lunatic.

Of course she heard it. She's Lina, that's why she froze in a panic for a solid minute and a half.

"Fuck." I mutter to myself, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist

On the bright side, I've managed to wash off the smell of hitchhiking through a fucking field filled with cows and sheep.

I grab another towel and begin to dry my hair with it, walking out the bathroom as I do.

I walk to my dresser and pull out a pair of plaid pyjama pants and tug them on.

When I turn to the bed I see a book, sitting in the middle with pink tabs coming out the side of it.

My brows furrow as I walk to the bed to pick it up when I see a note on top of it.

Read the tabbed pages.
-E

She finally caved and read the book I got her didn't she?

To be fair she waited longer than I thought she would. She didn't let curiosity get the better of her, which is highly uncharacteristic of her.

I pick up the book and take the note off.

Jane Eyre

I run my fingers down the pink tabs and count them.

There's five.

She's putting my three to shame.

Although she is the most competitive motherfucker I know so I'm not surprised she tagged more. I'd be more surprised if she didn't do it on purpose.

I put the book on my nightstand.

I'm not ready to read it if she's just going to tell me how stupid I was or something, I wouldn't be surprised if she did that.

I'm not ready to be humiliated by my stupid idea of telling her I loved her through a book and then yelling it at her when we were both pissed.

I continue to dry my hair gently with the towel before throwing myself onto my bed and switching on the TV.

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