Kenna
We spend the rest of the night in silence, but when we go to bed, he wraps himself around me.
“Baby,” he whispers in the dark. “It’s going to be ok. Don’t worry.” He rubs my tense back and shoulders until I fall into a deep sleep.
We wake up late and before I know it, its time to go. I’m a wreck while he of course, is supremely calm. Ugh.
I pace on the thick carpet inside of Nick’s bedroom while he gets dressed. My sneakers are making small footprints in a tight back and forth pattern. I nibble on my thumbnail while I pace. This was going to be an epic catastrophe. This could wrong in so many ways. Felice could hate me, his dad was probably going to freak out, and I’m convinced that Grey is about to banish me forever. The only person who might not try to murder me is Charles, and
