~Malik~
I pull into the driveway and turn the car off. I drove with a lead foot all the way home, my anxiety crippling me. She was so close to me…I let her get so close. The most f**ked up part about it is that I wanted her that close. I slam my fist on the steering wheel a few times, angry at myself.
How could I do that? How could I let her get so close to me? I should have pushed her away, should have kept my distance. There’s something about her that pulls me in, and I f**king hate it. I don’t know if I can carry on this way. I may have to quit my job if I can’t figure out how to get past this.
I sigh and grab my things, getting out of my car. I trudge up the walkway to the front door. It’s dark inside except for a small light that we keep on by the front door. I bet Natasha went t
