Chapter IV
I WAS PLAYING A VERY dangerous game. Anthony acted differently, he was honest and open about everything. But his personality had not completely morphed into something cute and pure overnight. The spoiled brat, his competitive streak, the manipulative schemer, they were still inside him. They came as a package deal with the newly found side of him he’d decided to show me. The more time I spent with him, the more I was getting involved with each and every part of him.
“I want to go home,” I said as the sun was coming up, suddenly scared by the reality of what was happening.
“Let’s get dressed and go back then,” he said cheerfully.
“No. I don’t want us to go. Just me.”
His posture changed at my words. He tensed up, his features becoming harsh, his lips losing color. Yet he did
