#Chapter68
He glances back at the road then looks to me again. /"What is it?/" He asks.
/"Nothing. Nothing—I'll just miss you./"
/"It's only one night,/" he tells me, but from the tone of his voice, it sounds like he's assuring himself of this. /"I'll be back in the morning to get you./"
/"What will you do without me?/"
His eyes aim ahead. /"Worry about you. Just—be careful, alright?/"
/"I don't think I have the option to be reckless. It's my grandma's house; the most dangerous thing in there is a chef's knife./" I guarantee, /"I'll be safe inside the entire night. The only thing is, I doubt I'll get any sleep. I've gotten used to having you there beside me./"
/"You can sleep all you want when you get back home./"
The corners of my lips twitch upward. Adam is right—his house has become my home.
