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CHAPTER 52

Christian's POV

As shocking as Micah's confession was, that's not even what I'm most concerned about right now. At the moment, all I can think of is Elle.

As soon Micah left, I grabbed my keys and drove to Elle's house. A small part of my brain almost convinced me that it would be best to just hide this, but I definitely know better by now. Whenever I lie to her, things always go to shit. I mean...look at what happened today. I lied about my father needing my help, and ended up learning that my so-called "best friend" is actually in love with me. I haven't got the slightest idea how I'm gonna deal with Micah, but that's an issue for later.

I am currently parked in front of Elle's house, juggling the series of nerves that sit in my chest. I've been sitting in my car for close to ten minutes now. I don't know what the hell I'm even gonna say, but I just know I have to tell her about what happened.

During the short car ride to Elle's, I tried to mentally create a script on how I'd approach the situation but was unsuccessful. No matter how many times I rephrase my words, they don't come out any less shitty.

Taking out my phone, I quickly press the call button next to Elle's contact name. Most of the time she answers after the second or third ring, but this time around she answered after the first.

"I was just about to call you!" She beams, before I can even say hello. My nerves triple once I hear her voice. Usually talking to her has the opposite impact.

"Yeah?" I chuckle anxiously.

"Mhm." She replies. "I missed you."

"Well, I'm in front of your house. Come outside."

"What?"

"Come outside." I repeat. From where I sit in my car, I have a clear view of the face of her house and notice the previously dark windows of the living room light up.

"Okay, coming." She says, and ends the call.

Even in my heavy state of anxiety, I can't help the smile that sneaks up on me from the way she just does what I tell her to, with no questions asked. Not because I'm a controlling dick or anything, I just love the way she trusts me. 

Elle's trust means everything to me, especially now. So even though I have no idea how she'll react to what happened tonight, I'm definitely going to tell her. Honesty is the best policy, right?

Before I know it, I spot her at the entrance of the house, closing the door behind her. She has changed out of her clothes from earlier, now wearing a pair of tights and a sweatshirt I'm pretty sure she stole from me. Even though it's dark, I'm still able to make out her stunning features through the blankets of stars.

"Hey." She smiles softly, entering the car. It hasn't been long since we last saw each other, but the moment she's beside me I feel some kind of relief.

"Hi."

Elle slightly opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a kiss. I don't know where the urge came from, but the effect of her soft lips ripple through my bloodstream and almost cancel out all the weird feelings of what happened earlier.

Almost.

"Well, someone's excited to see me." Elle states when we pull away, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her smile from this afternoon is still tattooed to her face, which tells me that she has yet to come down from her Columbia University high. I suddenly start to feel really guilty, only because once I tell her about Micah, that smile I love so much is going to disappear.

"You have no idea."

"So what do I owe this lovely, unexpected visit?" Elle asks. "You didn't lure me out here just to have car sex, did you?"