Running a hand through his hair, Tate groaned quietly. He had been home for almost a week now and Kelly still wasn’t talking to him. But that was better than avoiding him, he guessed, which was what she had done for the first couple days he had been back. It made going to bed awkward though. He desperately wanted to pull her into his arms, wanted to whisper how incredibly sorry he was, and wanted to hold her in his arms while she drifted off to sleep. But he couldn’t exactly ask her if touching her was okay. Well, he could, but she wouldn’t tell him yes or no and he wasn’t about to push his luck.
Pulling up his email, he ran through the most recent one, hoping to find one from the council telling him they’d give Hawthorne a harsher punishment than they had given the first time around. Hi
