The Internet Told Him to Leave Me, but He’s Still Holding Me Chapter 01

The Internet Told Him to Leave Me, but He’s Still Holding Me Chapter 01

I was a high-maintenance girl.

I stole kisses from my boyfriend whenever I wanted.

I clung to him, acted spoiled, and never thought twice about it.

Then one day, I stumbled across a thread.

[What should I do if my girlfriend is way too clingy?]

The comments were brutal.

[Dump her. Clingy girls always turn obsessive. The longer you wait, the harder they are to shake off.]

[PSA. The clingier she is, the more annoying she gets. Doesn’t your girlfriend realize she’s just pushing you away?]

[Just break up. Anyway, I’m off to the next thread.]

I stared at the screen for a long moment.

Then I looked up at the man walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

For the first time in forever, I stepped away instead of throwing myself into his arms.

His expression clouded over.

A faint frown creased his brows before he scooped me up without a word and settled me on his lap.

“Not today?”

—

I looked at Damon Cross.

His features were sharp and effortlessly handsome—unfairly perfect from every angle.

His eyes stayed on me, quietly searching.

I curled my fingers together.

“I-It’s my period. My stomach really hurts…”

His brows knitted slightly.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Without another question, he tucked me into bed before heading for the kitchen.

When he came back, he was carrying a mug of hot cocoa and a heating pad.

He fed me the cocoa, then pressed the heating pad gently against my stomach.

“Get some sleep. I’ve got a little work to finish.”

“Okay.”

I lay still beneath the covers.

But Damon didn’t leave.

He stood beside the bed as if he were waiting for something.

I looked away and pretended not to notice, rolling onto my side and turning my back to him.

A few seconds later, I heard his footsteps fade down the hall.

I tightened my grip on the pillow.

Maybe I should stop clinging to him so much.

Then he wouldn’t break up with me.

Damon and I had grown up together.

I’d always been attached to him.

Back in preschool, I refused to eat unless I sat next to him. If the teachers separated us, I’d rather stay hungry.

In elementary school, I insisted on sitting next to him in class.

Once, a new teacher didn’t know about us and moved me to another seat.

I cried so hard the whole class couldn’t focus.

By middle school and high school, Damon had become the guy everyone admired.

He ranked first every year, racked up awards without even trying, and that ridiculously handsome face of his only drew more attention.

My clingy side went into overdrive.

I chased off every girl who came near him and kept my eyes glued to him at all times.

If Damon was out of my sight for more than an hour, I’d get restless and irritable.

After graduation, I confessed to him.

Once we started dating, he never turned me down.

No matter what I asked for, he always said yes.

Even so, he stayed calm, reserved, and almost impossible to read.

I still couldn’t stop sticking to him.

I’d make him work from home or drag me along to the office.

I’d steal kisses whenever I felt like it, no matter where we were.

He never refused. But every kiss was over almost as soon as it started.

Even though his eyes always seemed to say he wanted more.

A dull ache settled in my chest.

Looking back now, he’d probably gotten tired of me a long time ago.