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I trail my hand across my cheek and down my neck, wishing it was his
hands. Wishing I could go back to last night and not cut him off, making
him take me back to school, so I could get my car and run away.
But the truth is…I’m starting to think about him. A lot, and I don’t
know why. Especially when he’s constantly in my face, telling me what I’m
doing wrong.
I’ve never been in danger of losing my heart to guys like Trey, but with
Masen, I find him consuming my attention. I’m always aware of him.
And the closer I get to him, the further away from Misha I feel. It
almost feels like I’m betraying him. Not that we’re romantic, but he has my
heart, and I don’t want to give it to anyone else. I feel like Masen threatens
that.
I said I would give Misha a few days, but I need to know. Is he safe? Is
he alive? Has he just moved on?
Pulling off the covers, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the
bed. I look at the clock and see that it’s after nine.
It’s Saturday. I have the whole day free. I could just drive by.
Not like an obsessive stalker girl who just can’t take a hint. No, I can
just drive by. Make sure the house hasn’t burned down or isn’t empty,
because his father committed some gruesome murder and left town, on the
run, with Misha and his sister in the middle of the night.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll see a young guy pulling into the driveway and
entering the house, and I’ll be able to tell that it’s him, and then I’ll know
that he’s alive and well. I don’t have to have any more answers than that, do
I?
Standing up, I throw on a pair of workout shorts, a T-shirt, and a fleece
jacket. Pulling my hair up into a messy ponytail, I’m not going to worry