He is standing there holding his car keys. He looks more frustrated than I am, trust me, and one thing I can't see in him is jealousy.
I can't tell how long he's been standing there, I just hope he didn't hear whatever we were talking about.
"We should go home." He says and I nod.
"Yea."
"You shouldn't if you don't want to," Joe tells me and I can see Trevor throw daggers at him.
"It's okay." After all, he is my fiancé. He takes my hand and leads me outside.
It's not such a long distance back to my place, but with the silence in the car, it feels like we are driving to a different universe. I just don't know what to tell him. I feel if I open my mouth to say something I will just end up breaking down.
I want to say something and I can tell by the way he is throwing glances at me, h
