The ride home was so quiet, I could hear my own heart beating.
Neither of us said a word. Alan kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping the gear like it pissed him off.
I didn’t even try to explain. I just stared out the window, lips pressed, trying not to feel anything.
When we got back to his place, I changed into my casuals in silence. Just a hoodie and tights and immediately grabbed my phone, keys, and walked out of the room.
He was nowhere in sight, thank God.
The Uber ride back to my place felt longer than it should’ve. My texts to Frank were all left on delivered. I got to the apartment, unlocked the door, and boom.
He was thankfully not naked on my couch this time.
“Hazel? What the hell...where have you been?”
I blinked, dropped my bag on the floor, and walk
