Chapter 3

Last week hadn’t been the first time we’d slept together. Five years ago, on the first night we’d met, I’d gone home with Jack and spent a fantastic night with him. But back then, our sexual relationship had ended abruptly and we’d agreed to be friends instead.

Our amazing friendship was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I couldn’t imagine not having Jack in my life. But I didn’t believe in romance, that whole couple thing.

Jack knew this.

“Seb,” he said, his expression softening, “it’s all right. I don’t wanna have this conversation again.” He rose and gathered our plates, but he hadn’t even touched his food. “I think I’m just gonna have a glass of wine and try to organize my bedroom.” He gently pressed my shoulder and left. “Good night,” he added, leaving the kitchen.

Confused, I stared at my reflection in the dark kitchen window, hating myself for playing this game with my best friend.

Had I made a mistake asking Jack to move in with me?