“What did you just say?”
He took my hand, “After what happened last time, I’m not letting you go alone.”
“Who said–”
“So you aren’t going to Club Heaven?”
“I didn’t say I was going there!”
He tilted his head and looked at me the way someone would look at a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar and pled innocence.
He sighed and gestured towards the living room, “Shall we?”
I stepped back, nervous at the way he looked at me. There was a sense of resignation in his eyes that I couldn’t place.
“Why… Why are you doing this?”
“I’m not stupid, Renda,” he chuckled. “4.8, remember?”
I stepped back again and his eyes widened as if he was surprised that I was wary of him. He sighed and drew a hand through his hair.
“I know you don’t want to lean on me,” Matt said,
