“Did I wear you out? You’ve gone quiet on me,” Gavin asks when we make it back to his beautiful home.
“Maybe a little.” I am worn out, but it’s not from a night of dancing.
Gavin takes my hand, and his fingers thread through mine as we walk inside. The farther inside he takes me, the more like a con I feel. The weight of it is pressing down on me and then anger at all the guilt I feel too. I remind myself that I’ve done what I had to in order to keep Celeste and myself safe.
“If you lived here you wouldn't have to pack a bag, you know,” Gavin says, jerking me from my spiraling thoughts.
“We’ve gone from you wanting a key to my house to the two of us moving in together?” I tug on my hand, but he doesn’t let go.
“You don’t think it would be nice to live together? We wouldn’t have to sne
