#Chapter39
I didn't head back in. Instead, I braced myself against the wall, sucking in deep breaths, trying to breathe sense into myself. It didn't really work.
Fuck, I thought to myself as I raked my hands through my hair. Was this how Blake had felt when he started to realize that he liked my brother? Did he feel the same crushing sense of panic that I did? The same overwhelming, world-shaking sense of fear?
Shit, that almost made me feel bad. Which would have quickly turned to anger if not for the fact that I felt sick to my stomach.
/"Here. Sit down. I put the rest of your food in the microwave in case you want it later, and your pop is in the fridge. I can take you home, if you like./"
