Deciding that space would be best, Alex scooted to the corner of the couch and stayed there, staring at Chloe with wide, hurt eyes.
At last she looked over and rolled her eyes when she saw his expression. After several more minutes of not really watching the movie, she flicked it off and took a deep breath. Her cold eyes slowly turned to Alex, but appeared to stare through him as she carefully chose her words.
“I can’t do this anymore, Alex. I can’t… I can’t just sit here and let you love me.”
Alex swallowed the lump in his throat and stared into the floor self-conciously. He knew how obvious it was, but Chloe had never brought it up so blatantly like this.
“I-I-I don’t mind,” Alex stuttered, nothing else coming to mind.
Her hard, stone eyes turned to pity, and, unable to look at him any longer, Chloe stood up and walked away. She signaled Alex to follow and, reaching the front door, opened it for him. On the front step, Alex looked back in confusion.
“I’m already in love with someone else.”
It took only the time for Alex to blink and the door was closed.