Essel’s Pov
And although an aspect of holding this beautiful boy's hand seems wrong, I can't let go. It's like his palm is covered in glue, and I can't separate mine from his.
"But before we go," he starts, looking at our entwined hands. "I want you to know that I'm sorry, no matter who did this to you." His eyes glance up to meet mine with genuine concern as he speaks; it's as if he understands my pain and knows that Georgia is the culprit.
He can see right through me, and I hate how I'm so vulnerable right now.
You did just get punched; it's okay to let someone care about you for a moment, Essel.
Without another word shared, Tristen pulls me gently along with him towards the exit of this sixth form centre, his touch reassuring.
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He's driving slowly, carefully. I peek at the spe
