But then he'd get all defensive, saying I was just "checking up" on him.
Now, I look back at our chat history, and there's nothing there—not a word in half a month.
Guess this whole "space" thing was what he wanted. Now he's acting like it's a problem?
I just gave a small smile.
"Nah, Peter, you're overthinking it. I’ve just been busy lately—I don’t want to keep bothering you."
"Get some rest."
With that, I shut my laptop, grabbed my pillow, and headed to the study.
Crazy to think, even after eight years together, we've been living like strangers for the past six months.
I mean, I can't stand the smell of smoke, and for a while, Peter quit for me—three solid years.
But then Josie came back, and all that effort went up in smoke.
Josie is his childhood friend, the one who's always had a special place in his heart.
They're close enough that they don't think twice about sharing a bed like it's no big deal—just 'cause they've done it since they were kids.
And there I was, sick and needing him… but one call from Josie, and he'd be out the door, no hesitation at all.
At first? Damn, I was jealous, bitter as hell.
I used to feel insecure about my fiancé being so inseparable from his old friend.