I stared at him for a moment before stepping back, my heart beating way too fast for its own good.
“What frame are you talking about?” The words left lower than intended, but I managed to cover any hint of gruffness from my surprise in them.
“One of your mom, as I said.” He simply replied, hands moving to his sides while I prayed my heart would calm. “And a necklace. Something I'm sure would be better in your hands.”
I nodded at that. And do, ten minutes later, I was in the passenger seat of his car, on my way to his house.
Somewhere I shouldn't be.
This might not be such a good idea.
Obviously it wasn't. Still, I was making that dumb decision as a part of me ached thinking of my parents.
It always did.
When he pulled over in front of his place, my heart warmed as I stared at the e
