Chapter 65

Biting on my bottom lip, I pick up the sweater and pull it over my tank, grateful that I’m covering up and more than aware that Arrick looks my body over more than once while glaring angrily. It never bothered me before if he saw me in skimpy attire, but something in how he is being right now makes his glances feel different. Like he’s noticing for the first time I have a female body, and I’m not entirely sure he likes it one little bit; his expression is impossible to read.

I’m quick to haul on skinny jeans and then carefully take the sneakers he holds out to me, so we don’t graze fingers. I pull them on over bare feet before standing back up with a deflated sigh. Arrick slings my bag on his shoulder and slides my phone into the front pocket of his hoody, making it clear he’s giving me no chance of escape.

“Don’t make me go back home, Arry.” I try one more time, appealing to his softer side with doe eyes and a wobbling voice, but he only catches hold of my upper arm as