Emily's POV
"Different how?" I asked him.
He notices how close we are, and backs away, but not so far away.
"Just different." He answers without any clarification. Whether to ask him what different means or not is battling with my mind.
He speaks before I decide what I shall do, "Do you wanna go back?"
"I could drive you back home if you want?"
"And leave you here drunk by yourself?" He frowns for some unknown reason, and I would do anything to wipe it off his face. "I don't think so.."
"I am not drunk, I had three drinks, Jake. Plus, I drove us here." I reminded him.
"Still...not happening."
"Okay, let's go home..." I rub my hands together, getting rid of any grass bits on my palms.
"You want to?"
No. But I don't want to keep you here against your will.
I want to say that; but
