Dawson
She'd tried to act normal, but I saw the way she was wound tight like a spring. I could see it in the way she kept her shoulders stiff next to me throughout dinner, in the way she kept her eyes on her plate like it might save her from whatever this is between us.
I hadn't meant to be gone as long as I was, but finding someone who could handle the project that I needed to be done on such short notice and right at Christmas should have been an impossible task, but luck was on my side today.
The way she had rushed to confront me immediately upon my return, without even stopping to put on proper shoes, showed that she was more worried than she wanted to admit.
I don’t blame her. Hell, half the time I don't even know what to do with the way she affects me.
Or the way her dad’s wo
