#Chapter13
/"Are you hungry? I’m starving! I was supposed to be at dinner now, a late one with Tasha./" He glances my way, catches my eye, and cutely furrows his brows at me.
‘’I’m sorry. You can still go and leave me here. I promise I’ll just go to bed while you salvage your dinner plans. Go … I mean it./" I urge him warily, watching the lack of change in his expression, just intent on what he’s doing, and he shrugs with one shoulder as if to dismiss my suggestion. I feel worse than bad knowing he ruined his whole night to come scrape me off a club floor. Again.
/"I can call us a pizza or something. What do you fancy?/" He completely blanks my suggestion about leaving me here, and I wonder if it’s because he doesn’t want to go or if he thinks I can’t be trusted, and the second he leaves I will hightail it back to a nightclub. I watch his face for a second to analyze which it may be and see only the calm relaxed response of a dude who is happy where he is.
