He sat up, blinking tiredly before looking around for Poppy. After a moment he got up and left the room.
Her movements were sharp and she glanced up at him, dark circles around her eyes as she watched him warily. When she spoke, her tone wasn’t necessarily angry, but clipped. “Yeah?”
She shook her head, slipping her water bottle in her bag. “No. It wasn’t your fault.I just... it’s hard to see or hear about you being kissed by other people so often.”
“Then I don’t know what to say,” she said quietly. “All I know is that I can’t sleep because my fiancé is being kissed by other women.”
She pulled away, not meeting his gaze. “I have to go to work,” she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.