"Yeah, sure," I say, lifting one shoulder in a shrug and doing a pretty fucking shit job at hiding my disappointment. I can't seem to stop myself from believing that things will just fall into place, that they'll start feeling right for him and he'll stop feeling like he has to pull away. I can't seem to stop myself from wanting it. Now, not later.

"I'll keep the door unlocked, just come in," I say, slipping past him on my way toward the bathroom.