![]() Imogen had protested at first, saying she would find her own place, but Nick refused to hear any of it, insisting Imogen move in. So, the next day, when Imogen was sure Tom wasn’t home, Nick helped her pack up all her things and move them into his place. Nick wanted to throttle him, but that’s not what Imogen wanted. Imogen had gone to the nearest place to her own, Nick’s apartment. Apparently, Tom had been cheating on Imogen for months. Imogen had come home from her shift at the little boutique she worked at downtown during uni to find Tom in bed with another girl. He liked Tom, that is until Imogen knocked on Nick’s door at ten o'clock at night three days before graduation in tears. Nick liked Tom, he was nice enough and had played rugby in school before uni, so they always had that to talk about. It’s just I see him more as a brother, you know? Dating Nick seems almost wrong.”ĭarcy had relayed this information to Nick the next day and Nick, while he thought he should’ve been more embarrassed, merely shrugged his shoulders and told Darcy he agreed (before making her swear she would never meddle in his love life again).īy their final year of uni, Imogen had been living with Tom for about six months. “Oh no, nothing!” Imogen said, eyes wide. “What’s so funny about dating Nick then?” Darcy had asked, her arms crossed defensively across her chest. When she saw the offended look on Darcy’s face, Imogen quickly stifled her giggles. Before they knew about Tom, Imogen’s now ex-boyfriend, Darcy had “innocently” asked Imogen whether she might consider dating Nick (Nick had absolutely no idea this was happening) and Imogen had immediately dissolved into laughter. Besides that, Imogen had had a boyfriend when she joined their friendship group. Scratch that, Imogen was beautiful, but Nick had never felt anything for her other than a sense of brotherly protectiveness, the same feeling he felt for Tara and Darcy. (Something he had to constantly remind his rugby mates of whenever they teased him about taking Imogen out on a date.) Imogen and Nick had clicked instantly, but in a strictly platonic sense. Nick had met Imogen during their second year of university after she became friends with Nick’s best friend Tara during their English class. Nick sighed happily, pulling his phone from his pocket and began to dial the number of their favorite pizza joint with a smile on his face. ![]() She set her phone down on the wooden coffee table in front of her and angled her body toward her roommate, pulling her socked feet underneath her and tilted her head to the side. Imogen finally glanced up from her phone, rolling her eyes at Nick’s melodramatics. ![]() “C’mon Immy, can we just pick something? Anything? I think I’m dying.” His stomach grumbled in protest, reminding him once again that he’d skipped lunch because of his interview today. They had been discussing what to get for dinner for the past 30 minutes and were still nowhere near a decision. Nick huffed, glancing over at Imogen as she sat tucked into the corner of the couch, her brightly painted fingernails tapping rapidly over her phone. “Got that today when I went out to lunch with Tara.” ![]()
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