Jonathan's POV

Luke closed the door and my anxiety jumped through the roof.

"Jon, i love you"

he...kissed me. he was a good kisser, but it didn't feel right. I slowly kissed back, being the fuckboy I am. He pulled away and smiled. I looked up at him and blushed.

"I always knew you felt something back"

He said with a huge amount of cockiness in his voice. I just stared back at him and blushed.

"But I have to go run to the post office then I'm recording. Goodbye handsome"

then he kissed my cheek and was out the door. I watched him get into his new white BMW, which I've only been in once for our daily lunch date. I looked at my dog and guilt washed over me like a 50 foot wave. I wanted to crawl in my bed and hide from the world; but i wasn't going to bring my dog down with me. I grabbed a huge hoodie and cover my tiny pale body and took my dog on a walk.