“I told you from the start not to catch feelings, sweet girl.” Evan spoke.

He and Grace had been casual for a couple of months now. Evan hadn’t wanted anything serious, and Grace thought she was okay with that.

But she wasn’t.

And he couldn’t deny that he was catching feelings, too.

And now they both sat on her bed, fully clothed for a change, talking about where they stood.

She sat leaning against the pillows, and he was on his side, leaning over her, his hand on her waist.

“I’ll stay over,” he said softly. “I’m sure we can sort something out.”