Chapter 07
"So, are you ever going to tell me what happened last night?" Chris asked, facing me squarely on the couch where we both sat.
"What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow as I looked up from my phone.
The ride back to my house with Harry last night was simply filled with us talking about random things. It was a good distraction from the event that had happened earlier. He was also able to get my number before I got down from the car.
It was nice, really.
He was a nice guy.
"What do you mean what do I mean?" He furrowed his brows, hitting me with a pillow. "What happened with Harry?"
"Nothing happened with Harry."
"Come on-"
"For real, Chris." I told him. "He just dropped me off and that was it."
"What about that date?" He nudged my foot with his.
"I already told you I turned him down."
"Ugh!" Chris groaned. "What in the world is your problem?"
"Nothing."
"Why do you keep shutting guys out? Are you scared to love again?" He said in a playful mocking voice. "Is that it?"
I hit him with a pillow, "You're not funny."
Chris laughed, "But really, I'm starting to get scared for you. I know that Dean was your first love and a part of you might still want to hold on to that but Grace, even he has moved on and-"
"Wait, hold up, you think this is about Dean?" I frowned.
"Is it?" He quirked his brows.
"No!" I exclaimed, a frown still on my face. "I'm not holding on to Dean, I haven't shut out men since we broke up or sworn myself to celibacy and loneliness. I just don't feel the need to discuss details of my sex life with you."
Chris' face fell in a matter of seconds.
And I knew what I said was wrong of me immediately.
"Wow."
"Chris, I'm sorry." I apologised, placing a hand on his. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
He didn't say anything.
"Look, all I'm trying to say is that if I were to be in a relationship with anyone, which I honestly don't want to, it wouldn't be someone here." I tried to explain to him. "It'll be someone in Bath."
"So, is there someone in Bath?" He asked, flashing an evil grin.
I felt relief wash over me when he asked that, seeing it was a clear indication that he wasn't upset with me for saying what I did.
"Not particularly."
"What does "not particularly" mean?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Can we give this topic a rest please?" I pulled my hand away from his, leaning back on my end of the couch. "I am honestly so tired of talking about it. Why do you even want me to be in a relationship so bad?"
He shrugged, "I just want you to be happy, G."
"I am happy, Chris." I assured him. "A relationship doesn't determine that."
"Okay." He nodded.
"Thank you."
"But," he said, lifting his forefinger. "You know I just can't let this go without knowing so tell me and I promise you, I will. Is there someone in Bath?"
