I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

5: Questions

"Set my midnight sorrow free. I will give you all of me. Just leave your lover, leave him for me."

Leave Your Lover by Sam Smith

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I walked over to the kitchen counter and looked at the Starbucks cups sitting there. It didn't have names but I had a pretty good idea of who brought them over. And as much as I loved coffee, I had this cynical thought that the cups were now poisoned.

Sorry, loves. I took the lid off each of the cups and poured all the contents down the sink, then put the empty cups in the trash.

I leaned on the kitchen counter, deciding on my next step of action. This is bad. And good. Bad because if I were in his shoes I'd be livid but crushed at the same time. Good because now he knows. He must know, right? He probably saw us. I mean, would he just bring over coffee and leave without looking for Scott?

Despite how fucked up the situation was, I couldn't help the smile spreading on my lips. It happened. He finally knows. Not how I would've wanted him to find out but still, the end result is the same. I won't have to share Scott anymore.

I made my way back to my room and turned the knob silently. Instead of going in, I rested my body on the frame and took in the naked beauty who was occupying practically the whole of my bed, and definitely every inch of my heart. He was sleeping soundly, arms draped over my side of the bed.

I tiptoed to the bed and gently lay beside him, hoping not to wake him up. If I had known earlier that today was going to be the start of our freedom as a couple, I would've just stayed in bed, wrapped in his arms.

Scott stirred. "Mmmm..." he murmured.

"Good morning, baby," I whispered with a smile on my face.

He opened an eye and squinted. When he saw me, his lids flew open like iced water had just been poured over him. "Shit!" He sat up, eyes darting around the room.

His reaction startled me so I sat up, too. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked as my hand reached for his arm.

"What time is it?" His eyes scanned the room, probably looking for a clock.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. "Ten minutes past 9 o'clock."

He put his hands on his cheeks and practically scrubbed off his face. “Why didn't you wake me up?! I shouldn't have stayed here!" he yelled.

The smile was instantly wiped off my face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was my job to do that.”

"Fuck, Mitch. You know I don't like sleeping in, not here. And where the hell is my phone? Did you turn off the alarm?!" He patted the bed space around him.

I can definitely see how much you HATE it. "Well fuck you, too. You think I'd purposely turn off your alarm?"

He glared at me before he got off the bed. He started to gather his clothes from the floor. "Shit, shit, shit," he hissed as he hopped on one foot to put on his underwear. He put on his shirt and turned to leave, every step heavy.

"What are you so afraid of? For Alex to see you in bed with me? Cause he probably just did."

Scott stopped in his tracks and abruptly spun around. "What??"

“I saw three Starbucks cups on the kitchen counter earlier. He has a key, right?”

“Tell me you’re kidding. You’re fucking kidding, right??”

"I'm not," I said flatly.

"Great. Just… Goddammit," he cursed, walking out and slamming the door behind him.