I can tell Dean wants to ask me about why I followed Aidan, but he doesn’t, which I appreciate. We’re both tired, and we need rest.
He doesn’t kiss me, either. At this point, I’m not really even disappointed. Of course, I want more with Dean; I’ve wanted more with him since about the third conversation we ever had. But what we do have—a true connection, filled with trust, honesty, and undeniable passion—is still leagues better than nothing.
When I finally fall asleep that night, I actually feel happy.
- - - - -
Dean doesn’t show up at school the next day, or the day after that.
By the third, I start panicking.
You alive? I text him that Wednesday. There’s a knot in my stomach as I hit send and realize that while for most people the text would be meant as a joke, for me it’s, well, le
