They Said He Hated Clingy Girls—So I Stopped… And He Didn’t Like It Chapter 11

They Said He Hated Clingy Girls—So I Stopped… And He Didn’t Like It Chapter 11

After that, Blaine just stayed. No matter what I tried, he wouldn’t budge. Life slipped back into something familiar-Blaine doing my laundry, Blaine in the kitchen. At night, he’d trap my feet between his thighs to warm them up, and more often than not, I’d end up brushing against something that was definitely not his thigh. I pretended not to notice. I was getting the better end of the deal; the least I could do was feign ignorance. He stayed, but he complained about the apartment constantly-how old it was, how worn down. I couldn’t argue.

I’d signed the lease because it was cheap, and it showed. Once you got used to having space, it was hard to go back. After that house, squeezing into a bathroom so small we could barely brush our teeth at the same time took some getting used to. One night, tucked up against him, I tried to get a sense of how much longer he planned to stay. Blaine bit my shoulder lightly. “You still not comfortable enough?” I became painfully aware of exactly how comfortable I was and decided to drop the subject. And somewhere under all of that, a heavy realization settled over me.

If he stayed much longer, I wasn’t going to be able to leave a second time. Blaine’s hand moved to my waist, his fingers idly pressing into my skin. “There’s an engagement party tomorrow. Someone specifically asked if you’d come. Want to go?” “Who?” I asked. He just smiled. “You’ll see when we get there.” “Oh,” I said. The next day, at a private venue somewhere in Ashford, Claire spotted me and came straight over. “Nora! You actually came!” She was already beaming. “I saw you feeding the strays last time,” she said.

“I feed Ginger too, actually-I was going to say hi, but something came up and I had to run.” Claire talked to me like we were old friends, even though we’d barely met. She tugged me toward a seat, and it suddenly clicked. “Wait-did you invite me here?” She winked. “Too forward? I just felt like we clicked.” I was about to answer when the toasts began and someone pulled Claire away. It wasn’t until the father of the bride finished his speech that it finally hit me-this was Claire’s engagement party. Her fiancé wasn’t Blaine. I turned and stared at Blaine.

He caught me staring and lifted an eyebrow. “What?” I swallowed it. “Nothing.” The comments exploded, just as confused as I was. [??? Why is the heroine engaged to some random guy we’ve never even seen before?? Can someone explain??] [Same, I’m so confused.] [Okay wait-he’s not random, he’s her childhood friend. They’ve always had feelings for each other.] [Then what happens to the male lead?? Is he seriously just out here alone now??] [Don’t worry about him-isn’t that what the second female lead is for?] [Crack ship or not, I’m here for it.

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