The Heartbroken - S01 E64

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The Heartbroken - S01 E64

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64

I woke up with Seth’s

arms still around me. I

blinked against the

sunlight streaming past

the window.

“Good morning.”

I yelped, jerking away

from him and his hug. I

scrambled away and

stood up from the bed,

turning to him. “Have

you been awake all this

time?”

He was grinning. “Yep.”

“And you just kept

hugging me?”

He sat up and simply

shrugged, like he hadn’t

admitted that he was

violating me on so many

levels. “I didn’t want to

wake you up.”

“So you just stayed

there hugging me like a

f-----g pervert?” I

asked, incredulous.

“Nope.”

I squinted my eyes at

him. “Then what?”

“You smelled so good, I

had also been sniffing

you all this time.”

“Oh, my god, you are a

f-----g psycho,” I yelled

at him.

He shrugged his

blankets off and stood

up from the bed. He

stretched, revealing a

thin strip if flesh

between his shirt and

his and pajama

bottoms. I looked away

and huffed indignantly,

still feeling annoyed by

the fact that the jerk

had been sniffing me in

my sleep. He just

laughed as we headed

to the kitchen.

I saw the bar. And the

counter. My cheeks

flushed pink at the

menory of last night.

“What are we having

for breakfast?” he

asked me.

I shrugged. “If you think

I’m going to cook for

you, you are wrong.you

are so wrong.”

He wasn’t.

In the end, I did end up

cooking Oreo pancakes

for him. It involved a

long story of him

running after me all

around the house

threatening to sniff me

if I didn’t cook

breakfast. As I was

flipping the seventh

pancake, Seth came to

the kitchen, a phone

pressed against his left

ear.

“Yes, Ma’am. She’s doing

fine.”

I realized he was talking

to my mother. He only

used that polite crap

with Mom. “Kyla, would

yo want to–”

I shook my head before

he even had the chance

to finish the question.

“Sorry,” he said quietly

to Mom. “She doesn’t

really want to at the

moment. Yes, I’ll make

sure. Yes. Okay. Bye.”

I made it a point not to

talk to him long after he

hung up. He stood there

waiting for me to say

something, fiddling with

the phone. I pointedly

continued to ignore him,

facing the stove and

cooking with him

hovering unsurely to my

right.

He cleared his throat.

“Your mom is just

worried.”

“You’re only encouraging

her,” I said without

looking at him.

He shrugged. “It’s no big

deal, you know.”

“Can you believe her?” I

said before I could stop

myself. “She’s

completely fine with me

staying over at a

random guy’s house.”

“I’m your boyfriend. At

least to everyone else.

And she isn’t

completely fine with it.

She was really mad

before, remember? But

she knows you’re upset

and she’s probably

giving you some time

out.”

“Why are you defending

her?”

“Because,” he said, “I

see right through you.”

I turned to face him.

“What is that supposed

to mean?”

“Nothing,” he replied,

taking a few steps

back. “Just that you got

to be more honest to

yourself.”