After I texted my parents and told them I was staying over Ichika’s place tonight, I stepped out of Callan’s car and into his garage. My stomach twisted at the thought of staying with him tonight. I didn’t know what to expect.
While we had just gotten into our first fight, I hadn’t wanted to leave him. There was a possibility that what he had said to me was all a lie, all some fabricated story so he could keep sleeping with me.
But then why would he invite me back to his place? Why would he buy lunch for me?
Deep down, I knew he was serious, but I was scared. Scared of the other side of him, the side he hid from me, the side that had a gun and talked to Poison. Scared that my gut feeling was so, so wrong.
“Come,” he said, holding out his hand for me.
I set my hand in his and followed
