Or maybe he’s just as confused as I am.
The tension can be hacked with a chainsaw and I hate it. I don’t understand how we went from being drawn to one another to now me side-eying her in case she’s about to grab the wheel and steer us into oncoming traffic.
When I hear growling and realize it’s Luna’s stomach, I curse myself for not pulling over sooner because of course she’s f*****g hungry, but too polite to say otherwise. There’s no way this woman is responsible for anyone’s death.
I refuse to believe it.
I’ve been driving around aimlessly because I don’t know what to do or where to go. We need money. I could hit up a couple friends, but I don’t want anyone involved in my bullshit. And going back home is definitely not an option.
Luna has no idea who she is, so seeking out any of h
