Dylan chuckled, he seemed pleased. But I wasn't in the mood to humour him, so I closed my eyes and ignored him, ready to sleep.
Two minutes passed, and yet I was still awake.
I started to think about how I should tell him about what had happened with Demi. If I got him involved in this, someone with wealth and power like him could lend a hand.
But as I thought more about it, I became nervous, and Dylan noticed that.
Then I thought about what I had heard that night when I was kidn*pped. Out of instinct, I started to push him away.
He turned around to face the other side, then got out of bed and wore his pajamas.
He then walked to the balcony, holding a cigarette in between his fingers.
And I laid on the bed, feeling a lot at once.
Then I got up too and went to hug him from behind. I
