Cross took me home.
We made it to my room before Channing appeared. I was prepared for an interrogation, but surprisingly, none came. He just asked if I was okay. Albeit, he asked a bit gruffly, but he seemed appeased once I told him I was fine. He didn’t question why I’d been at Alex’s place or ask how the whole thing had happened, like a normal parent would.
Heather lingered in the doorway after Channing left, biting her lip, her hair in a braid. She kept looking me up and down, as if searching for any outward injury that hadn’t been treated. She kept pausing at Cross’ hand on my hip. He wasn’t helping me stand or anything, but the touch was nice. I found myself leaning into him, into his hand, and he flexed it in response. He tugged me even tighter against him.
“Where are the other t
