When I woke up from finally falling to sleep he was there at the edge of the bed, his face stony but his eyes held fire. He didn't move a muscle, his eyes just scanned my face. It looked like he hadn't slept at all, his clothes rumpled and his hair a mess. Sitting up, I scoot back and prop myself up against the headboard. None of us spoke for a minute, but the silence was killing me inside, so I had to say something. " Dante I . . . " His eyes narrowed at me and a sneer crawled onto his face. " Do not say you are sorry because you are not, your sorry you hurt me, but not that you kissed him" his voice is low and even.
" For two days I was worried sick out of my mind knowing I couldn't come help you and not knowing what was happening" he says. He gets off of the bed and heads towards the
