"Are you sure you're okay?" Preston asked for what felt like the billionth time.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye then back at the TV. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I asked pretending to be confused.
In full honesty, I wasn't sure. My mind kept wandering back to those eyes. Something about them felt cold and intimidating. I still didn't understand how I didn't see who it was.
After Preston and I got back, we decided to watch TV. I was no longer tired. I had changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy T-shirt and was no sprawled out on the couch with my legs propped on his lap.
I happily ate some of the mint brownies that Preston took from the dessert table. He grabbed at least eight of them.
I was thankful that he actually shared them with me. I would've kept t
