Emmalee
Soren strips his clothes off as he gets ready for bed, and as I lie under the covers watching him, I wonder if I should ask him what he wanted to say to Brent. I grip my diary in my hands and turn it around and around distractedly.
Suddenly, he turns his head to look at me, and asks me, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I say before deciding that this isn't the answer I wanted to give him. "I mean, I wanted to know what you said to Brent. Cade mentioned that it was something important."
"Did he mention that?" Soren asks suddenly. Coldly.
I shift uncomfortably under the covers and say, "Well, he made it seem that way."
Soren looks away from me and finishes undressing. I watch him, red-faced, wondering if he's just going to ignore me and my question. He makes his way toward the bed,
