We walked the rest of the way to the house in silence. Dane’s arm wrapped protectively around me, only confusing me more as to what was going on. He still wasn’t talking to me—still had the same damn expression on his face—but here he was looking after me. Then it hit me…he feels sorry for me, or he feels obligated. I don’t want anyone’s pity and I hate the thought that I somehow made him feel responsible for me. I could feel my heart clench.
Dane opened the front door for me, “I have some things I need to take care of, but it shouldn’t take me long.” My heart clenched. “Will you be coming back over here tonight?” I didn’t want to sound desperate or needy, but I wanted to know. I really wanted him here with me. “I’ll come to check on you when I get done.” He walked away, leaving me alone.
