Leif pulled up outside my house and shut the car off.
“Let me walk you up,” he said.
“Thanks, but I’ll be okay. I’m really sorry I dragged you into this. It’s not what I wanted,” I told him.
“I’d feel better if I at least saw you to your door,” he opened the car door and got out, opening mine.
I could never tell what he was feeling. He stood up for me. But at what cost? I hated the mess I got myself into, but I didn’t want to be anyone’s food supply. My damn pride sometimes got to me.
We reached my door, and he stopped. “You deserve better,” He took my hands in his, and I smiled at the gesture.
If only he knew, I wasn’t really dating Antonio.
“I know, thank you,” I told him.
I grabbed my keys out of my handbag and unlocked my door.
“Wait,” Leif said.
I turned around, and he
