I watched him through the corner of my eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts.
He kept a closed expression on at all times, leaving his profile void of all emotion. His gaze was fixed on the road. His car rolled into the driveway with ease, kicking pieces of gravel in its wake. He slowed to a halt and turned off his ignition.
“Thanks for defending me,” I said, letting the car door open and getting out. He got out and shut his door behind him.
“It was nothing.”
“You could've gotten hurt.”
He chuckled. “That's almost an insult.”
I lowered my gaze. “Thanks for tonight.”
I watched him drive away, wishing he had stayed back. Or take me with him.
I let myself in through my room window and shut it immediately. As I leaned back against the cold glass, I bit my lip. I was done for. I took a
