I stopped halfway between the living room and the bathroom. Spying Jase on the couch, I ignored the statement as I pulled a shirt on over my head. “Did I get a new roommate or are you in the habit of just letting yourself into my house now?”

His lips curved up in a smirk. “Actually, while you were scrubbing two days’ worth of funk off your crusty ass, Ollie let me in.”

I dropped onto the other end of the couch, picked up my cap and pulled it down low. “And where is my esteemed roommate?”

“He’s over at the house.” Jase rested his legs on the coffee table, crossing his ankles. “There’s a mean game of Call of Duty going on.”

“And why aren’t you there?”

He pinned me with a look as dry as my throat. “Really? Ollie hasn’t seen you in two days. You finally just stepped out of your bedroom. He’s concerned.”

I rolled my eyes. “I doubt that.”

Jase watched me, and I knew that look. I groaned, and he grinned shamelessly. “What the hell is going on, Cam?”

How could I answer that question? And where could I even start? I leaned my head against the back of the couch and sighed. The familiar burning sensation was building in my chest. Thinking about her, knowing that she was so close and completely out of my reach just killed me.

“Cam?”

I shook my head, laughing dryly. “She doesn’t trust me.”

There was a pause. “Care to explain that further?”

“Not really.” I raised my hands, scrubbing my palms down my cheeks. “She’s not telling me the truth about . . . well, about something I know that’s really important.”

“Does it have to do with what you thought that night of the party?” he asked.

I nodded without saying anything.

“I see.” Jase sighed. “That’s got to be some hard shit to talk about, man.”

“I know. Fuck. I know, but you don’t understand . . .” I trailed off, swallowing hard. “There is shit I’m not going to talk about, Jase. I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“I get that. I understand.” Jase dropped his feet onto the floor and hunched forward. He let out another heavy breath. “But what happened? I’m assuming you guys had a fight.”

“A fight?” I laughed again, but it sounded so wrong. “I left her.”

“Whoa.” Jase pursed his lips. “Shit.”

I raised my hands helplessly. “I asked her—I begged her to tell me the truth and she didn’t.”

“And you left her?”

“I know how it sounds.” I shot him a look. “I feel like a big enough fucking ass without you thinking it.”

His brows rose. “Didn’t say a thing.”

“You’re thinking it.” My eyes narrowed. “But you don’t get it. There’s nothing if we don’t trust one another—there’s nothing if she doesn’t trust me.”