A Promise He Never Kept

When my parents call to tell me they are taking me to my childhood friend, Oliver Holland's house to meet his blind date, he is still asleep beside me.

I think they are joking and whisper, "Oliver, they said they've found you someone to date."

He gives a lazy hum and pulls me into his arms. "Gerry, help me pick out something to wear later. And fix my hair, too."

When I freeze, Oliver opens his eyes and lets out a short, mocking laugh. "What's wrong with you? We're just sleeping together. You don't actually think I'm going to marry you, do you?"

For a moment, I couldn't even process what Oliver Holland had said. All I could do was fumble around awkwardly.

I didn't dare look at him. I pushed him away, grabbed my clothes off the floor, and threw them on in a panic.

"Geraldine, look at me," he said, propping his chin on his arm with a teasing smile. "You didn't actually think we were a couple, did you?"

The words "just sleeping together" echoed in my head. My hands trembled, and I couldn't even fasten my bra.

Oliver lifted the blanket, revealing his lean, toned abs as he knelt halfway on the bed. Then, he reached out and helped me fasten it with practiced ease.

I kept my head down and let out a bitter laugh. "Who's the blind date? Don't tell me Mr. Holland just grabbed someone random from a matchmaking event for you."

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My body was still covered in faint red marks, and my legs were sore and weak.

Oliver, wearing only gray sweatpants, came up behind me and buried his head in the curve of my neck.

"It's Abigail Floyd."

He lifted those striking, playful eyes and continued, "She's my senior from the art department back in college. To be honest, I'm kind of nervous to see her again."

My hand froze halfway through applying lipstick. Of course, I remembered Abigail. He used to have a crush on her. But before he ever confessed, she had gone abroad.

I thought he was over it.

Oliver looked at me and pressed his lips together. "Geraldine, don't get any funny ideas. We grew up together, remember? Sure, you're pretty, but I see you as my best friend."

He grinned. "You're my favorite person to eat with, drive with, and sleep with…"

His words hit like a blow to the head. My whole body went cold. I forced a smile that barely reached my lips.

He went on, laughing like it was all a joke. "I even know what outfit you'll wear and which lingerie you'll match it with. It's honestly boring sometimes.

"Some nights, I wake up and see you next to me, and it actually freaks me out. It makes me think—what if my parents' jokes came true and we really got married? My life would be over before it even starts. I know you