“Thanks, I gotta go,” I looked away from Owen and removed his tight hold on my waist. His face was grim, but he let me get out.
‘What about…” he stopped, and I saw his eyes shut close, “what about lunch?”
I stilled, and sighed afterwards. “You can have lunch wherever you like.”
“With you?” he asked, his voice was hopeful. Damn it. If only my mind is not full, I would go with him – even if it’s secretly again, he would understand that. But who am I kidding? I guess it’s not gonna happen.
“Sorry,” I said and nodded at his cut. “Next time, don’t punch someone again whenever you want,” I whispered, biting my lower lip to hold my laugh. He froze and nodded in the end, smiling. “Yeah.”
“Yeah. I… I gotta go.”
“Wait.” I turn at him. “You’re not going to… go to Zach, right?”
I fake a s
