" Are you hungry? I m starving! I was supposed to be at dinner now, a late one with Tasha. He glances my way, catches my eye, and cutely furrows his brows at me."
" I m sorry. You can still go and leave me here. I promise I ll just go to bed while you salvage your dinner plans. Go & I mean it. I urge him warily, watching the lack of change in his expression, just intent on what he s doing, and he shrugs with one shoulder as if to dismiss my suggestion. I feel worse than bad knowing he ruined his whole night to come scrape me off a club floor. Again."
" I can call us a pizza or something. What do you fancy? He completely blanks my suggestion about leaving me here, and I wonder if it s because he doesn t want to go or if he thinks I can t be trusted, and the second he leave
