“Will I see you tomorrow?” he asked while now placing both of his hands in my waist to keep me in place.
I caressed his cheek while looking into his eyes.
“You still owe me an answer.” The fact that I haven’t given him a reply probably means something.
“We’ll talk tomorrow” I uttered, feeling uncomfortable again.
James just arrived at that exact second. I kissed his cheek while practically running away from Jefferson.
Once I sit in the passenger’s seat, I let go of all the air I was holding inside my lungs.
“Rough night?” James asked with a smile.
He tried to persuade me not to come tonight. I told him about my reluctance to leave with Jefferson. I knew there was no way I'd be leaving with him, but the fact that I needed to end things made me feel, for some reason, sad.
I didn’t fe
