14.1

“In fact, I’m the one who needs to apologize to you. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to tell you, but for the life of me, I couldn't do it. I couldn't stand the idea of you being hurt.” He tugged on his collar again while I frowned in confusion. “You see, I saw you and Chad at the wine festival. When I caught up with him afterward, he told me you asked for his number.”

My face burned. Boston had known this whole time I was texting with Chad? Shoot me now. I should have suspected. They were friends, after all. Chad had probably been telling Boston all about our texts.

“I didn’t want him around you, because even back then I worried about you more than I should. And when he gave you his number?”

I waited. Whatever was coming next couldn’t be good. “He didn’t,” he said quietly.

“He did,” I argued, even though I was starting to realize something was very wrong here.

“He didn’t. He gave you mine.” My mind spun. What?

“He told me right after that he gave you my number. I had no idea w