"Do you even know how to use a gun?" He asked instead.
I scoffed lightly, lowered the gun, and dragged a shaky hand through my hair.
The weight of the weapon suddenly felt ridiculous and pointless in my hands.
Dawson stood a few feet away from me, watching me with those unreadable eyes of his. He wasn't even afraid and it annoyed me.
But it annoyed me even more that I couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger.
I looked at the gun.
Then at him.
Then back at the gun again.
God, of course I couldn't do it.
I couldn't kill him.
A part of me knew I wouldn't even be able to pull the trigger, even if I could, because it dawned on me that I have feelings for Dawson.
Hell, I only realized it at an odd moment.
My grip loosened on the weapon.
I slowly lowered the gun completely unti
