He bent down to grab it off the floor and hid it behind his back.
"Oh, this must be Josie's from when she stayed over last time. I'll make sure to get it back to her."
I didn't bother saying a damn thing. Just went back to focusing on my laptop.
But Peter looked all guilty, pulling out an old band-aid from the first-aid kit.
He sat down next to me all cautiously.
"Look, babe, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown that stuff at you. I didn't see that sharp thing…"
God, that Band-Aid smelled like shit!
I just turned away, saying, "It's nothing."
Then I took my laptop and headed to the bedroom.
Peter stood there for a while. I could feel his eyes staring at me as I walked off.
He was like that for a long while.
"Hailey, why haven't you checked up on me lately?"
"Honestly… I feel like something's off with you. Are you avoiding me?"
Peter walked in, fresh from the shower.
He raised his hand and wiped his damp hair with a towel, acting like he was all nonchalant but clearly annoyed.
I stopped what I was typing for a sec.
Oh, looking back, I realized that for the past eight years, we used to chat almost every day.
Even when busy, we'd find time to stay connected.
He practically became part of my daily life.