After I finally convinced Imani that staying at my place wasn’t a good idea, I pushed her ass through her bedroom window and hopped in after her. She smoothed out her shirt and dusted off her knees, yawning.
“Thanks for coming home with me,” she said. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
“I actually”—I blew out a deep breath—“wanted to talk to you.”
She sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to her. “About what?”
“I … I don’t want …” I ran a hand through my dirty-blond hair and sighed. “I don’t want to f**k you up, Imani. Since I found out who you were, you’ve been drinking and sneaking out and doing s**t that you never did before. If you stay with us anymore, we’ll f**k you up. I’ll f**k you up.”
I’ll“Landon,” Imani whispered, curling up in my lap and burying her head
