Chapter 45

He moves me off to the side and turns so he can face me instead, laying on the bed together, a hair breath apart. He’s closing off emotionally, and Mr. Cool. persona is taking over. Arry is upset, stressed, and overthinking. I know better than to be phased over this act anymore; he is his most cool and unaffected when he’s at his most emotionally distraught. Well, except when it comes to me. Arrick loses all his shit when it involves me.

“Talk to me… it’s not fair if it only works one way.” I nudge him in the stomach, which at least gets a smile. He pulls my hand to his face, gently rubbing my fingertips over his smooth jaw. Still a lover of a close shave. I watch him with concern and adoration.

“My dad won’t take my calls or respond to any messages. He’s sulking. Jake’s in the middle and agrees with my dad that this is a dumb decision.” He looks pissed and agitated.

“It is a dumb decision.” I point out, then frown apologetically when he narrows his eyes on me.