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He leans over to whisper in my ear.
“No. We deserve it. I deserve it. I won’t tell them. I just needed to know.”
He shifts to stare deep into my eyes for a beat before he turns and starts a conversation with Taylor. Within seconds, they’re both laughing like they were when they got here, without a care in the world. I guess he’s done talking about it.
Celeste nudges my foot, forcing me to look up.
“What?” I mouth to her.
“What happened?” she mouths back, but I just shake my head.
Midway through our meal, Taylor raises his glass.
“Welcome home, brother. I’m glad you’re not dead.”
I watch as Celeste and Micah raise their glasses and feel a hand on my knee.
“I’m glad I’ve been given another chance to make things right,” Micah says, squeezing my knee, directing his words to me.
Despite the fact that my mind is screaming for me to push him away, my heart is drowning in all that is Micah. So for the briefest of moments, until the waitress comes with our check, I make the mistake of giving him hope and let his hand stay on me.
17
“Good afternoon, Angel.”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of Micah’s voice at my back as I walk out of my dorm room.
“Fucking shit!” I snap and then growl. “Seriously, Micah. What the fuck! What are you doing standing in the hallway like that?”
He gives me an exaggerated, toothy grin. “Because you need to eat.”
I huff. “I know why I’m standing in the hallway. That wasn’t—” I don’t even bother to continue. I turn around and walk towards the elevator.
He walks behind me as we both walk in, and my annoyance continues to grow stronger. Irrational as it is, I can’t decide if I’m more annoyed with him or with me.
Being in this box even for a short while is too long. I can feel his presence even when I close my eyes, and a part of me—albeit a small part of me—aches to reach out to him.
“When are you going to stop this ridiculousness? I don’t need a babysitter,” I ask.
“When are you going to stop acting like we’re not friends?” he retorts.
“We’re not.”
“We are.”
I mistakenly take a deep breath in and do my best to release my aggravation, but his scent is like pouring salt on a wound.
It doesn’t seem to matter what I say. He continues to ignore my words like he has been for weeks now. Everywhere I go, he manages to show up.
Yesterday, I skipped class and stayed in the library to get work done. He still managed to find me, in spite of the fact that I didn’t even tell Celeste where I was going.
I hurriedly walk across campus towards the dining hall with him at my heels. This fucker is never going to go away.
And you’re upset about that?
I grunt to myself, wishing my inner voice would shut the fuck up, but the bitch just laughs.
I turn around to yell at Micah to go away for the umpteenth time, but he isn’t paying attention and runs his wall of a chest into me. He wraps his arms around me to prevent me from falling, and my heartbeat quickens.
