Jane had awoken in the middle of the night to find Rob’s arms tightly wrapped around her. “Oh, thank god,” she whispered as she turned her body around to face him. 

She had grown so accustomed to going to bed with him that, even in a deep slumber, she still felt lonely during his absence.

Her arms found their way around his torso, and her face was nuzzled into his chest; she took a deep breath to inhale the mixture of weed and whatever cologne he was wearing. She so desperately wanted to wake him up so that she could talk to him, kiss him, and show him affection.

Thoughts of what Lena had said to her were already flooding back, ruining the momentary euphoric mood. Jane truly could never imagine purposefully breaking Rob's heart - that she always knew wholeheartedly. But, just as she had explained to him when he first confessed his feelings for her, there was a good possibility that one day she would unintentionally.

She decided to choke down her feelings until the morning when she could tell him about what happened, and after wiggling her body a bit to get in the right position, the feelings of Rob’s skin on hers put her back into a heavy sleep.

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Sunlight peaking in did not wake up Jane like it usually did. She didn’t being to stir around 9 AM, and before she opened her eyes, she enjoyed the warmth encompassing her body; she didn’t want to ruin it with words.

But, her and Rob made a promise. Be honest. No Bullshit.

“Rob,” she whispered as she nudged him gently. “Rob, we need to talk.”

As soon as he was lucid, Jane sat up in bed to look down at him and sighed. “Lena kissed me last night.” She squeezed her eyes shut as her raspy voice finished the last word. “I kissed her back, but only for a few seconds until I realized what was fucking happening.” Her eyes opened back up, but they did not make their way to Rob. Instead, they looked in the wrinkled white sheets in front of her. “I pushed her off. She got pissed and pretty much said I was a piece of shit and I’ll wind up alone because I fuck everyone over.” 

Jane scratched her head as she paused. Should she be completely truthful?

[i]"What, Jane? You're gonna tell him that you're 'falling in love' with him right now? After someone else kissed you the night before?"[/i]

She decided against it.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I never used to care what anyone thought of me, or what people said about me. I was always just able to ignore it. But, ever since we started… you know… hurting you has been my worst fear. And what she said last night really fucked me up.”

She reached for the hand beside him and held it. “I don’t know what I’m getting at. I guess, just, I want you to know that I’m never gonna hurt you on purpose. You’re the best, Rob. I never wanna live my life without you. Ever since we were young, you’ve always been there. You know?”

Jane could tell that she was rambling at this point. “Sorry.” 

She took a deep breath as she squeezed his hand. “I know we spoke about the ‘no bullshit’ thing, so that’s my piece. I hope you’re not mad about what happened. I really didn’t expect her to be so forward. That’s usually [i]my[/i] thing, yeah?” Although Jane wasn’t in high spirits, and she still felt utterly exhausted, she couldn’t help but smirk at her statement. 

Rob had been leaving so much lately to go hang out with Vicarious that it made her a bit self-conscious. She was worried that maybe she was just too much, that he needed a break from her throughout the day. Like she had said before, she was always so forward. It wasn’t even a conscious thing, either. It was just who she was. If she wanted something, she took it. And (possibly unfortunately) for Rob, he was the center of her desires. 

The child-like part of Jane told her to run away now before Rob could explain how he felt. The other braced herself for the worst. He couldn’t be upset, right? The last thing she had expected Lena to do was kiss her; she wouldn't have agreed to the night if that was a suspicion. 

Jane always felt so lame, for lack of better words, after an attempt at verbally expressing how she felt. It always came out as one cliché after another.