Chapter 8

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I can't believe I did that last night. I was babysitting Layla and I made out with Bryce. I'm dating Johnny and I made out with Bryce.

A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Come in!" I call.

My door opens and I peek over the top of my laptop and see Bryce.

I sit up immediately. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you after last night."

"Bryce."

"Alex, I want you."

"I'm dating Johnny."

"That doesn't stop you from making out with me."

"It should."

"Yeah, you're right, it should. But it doesn't. You aren't in love with Johnny and you know you aren't."

"I'm not in love with you either, Bryce."

"You don't have to be in love with me, I'm not your boyfriend."

"Bryce."

"Friends with benefits."

"What?"

"At the very least, let's be friends with benefits."

"I have a boyfriend."

"Alex, we've already been through the 'that doesn't stop you' part of this conversation, do we really need to do it again?"

I shake my head.

"Let me ask you one thing."

"What?"

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like?"

"What what would be like?"

"Being with me." He takes a step closer to me. "Going on dates with me." Another step. "Kissing me whenever you want." And another. Until he's standing right in front of me.

"Bryce."

"Have you?"

"You know I have." I admit.

"See? We both want to be with each other."

"That doesn't mean we should do it."

"I won't tell Johnny if you won't."

"Bryce."

"Alex, come on."

"Why do you want this so bad?"

"Because I want you so bad, Alex. I want to be with you."

I let out a sigh.

"Alex, come on. Go on a date with me."

"Bryce, no!"

My eyes open and I look around my room. Bryce is nowhere to be found.

Did I really dream up that whole conversation?

I grab my phone off my nightstand and check the time and see that it's half past eight.

Bryce might be awake.

I unlock my phone and pull up our conversation.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I type a quick message and hit send.

Me: Are you awake?

Bryce: No

Me: Funny. Can I come over in a bit?

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