KATRINA’S P O V
It was getting close to midnight when Travis drove me back home, and as the car stopped in front of my apartment, neither Travis nor I made a move. I still didn’t want to step out of the car, as though my heart didn’t want to be away from him and Joe yet, because I have no idea when we are going out together like this again.
‘‘Well, then…’’ I started, my voice small. ‘‘I guess I should get going now…’’ When I looked at him, he was still staring at the front, his hands on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly, his knuckles turning white.
''Travis...'' I called out in a soft voice, but he seemed not to hear me.
I sighed as I turned away and grabbed the door handle, but before I could open it, Travis pulled my arm, and I flinched.
‘‘Are you afraid of me?’’ h
