Chapter 92

Arrick swipes the notebook from me as I push him back and then squeal and try to retrieve it from him, panic overtaking my need to have distance, turning in my seat to chase after it. He holds it up in the air on its side, so I can’t reach it. Placing a hand on my shoulder as I try to stand on the couch to get it back, but he pushes me to my knees and holds it higher as he looks, pages fluttering open above his eye level.

“Don’t…Leave it alone, and don’t look at it.” I yelp and squirm, embarrassed by my childish scribbles of dresses and outfits that I’ve thought up, but he laughs at me and my futile attempts to get it back from him. Face flaming and wholly mortified. Art was never a huge strong point for me, and clothes are about the only thing I have ever drawn.

“Come on, Sophs. I want to see what you’re drawing.” He holds it higher when I make a mad dash grab for it, wrenching free from his grip, and manage to get up on my feet. I almost get a hold of the corner, stret