"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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I woke up the next morning, still with Angie in my arms. I hadn't planned to stay the night. I knew better. But somewhere between holding her while she cried and promising things I wasn't sure I could deliver, I fell asleep.
Now, Derek was going to kill me.
My phone started buzzing on the nightstand. I snatched it up before the sound could wake her and saw Derek's name on the screen.
I answered quickly. "I don't care where you are," Derek's voice cut through the line, sharp and pissed. "Just meet me at the clinic. Now."
"What—"
Angie stirred beside me, starting to wake, and I instinctively reached out, pressing a finger gently to her lips before she could say anything.
"Just meet me there," Derek barked and hung up.
I sighed, already knowing we were screwed.
"Was that Derek?!" she asked, sitting up, hair falling around her face in a way that somehow made her look both wrecked and beautiful.
I nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't know exactly where I am... but he can probably guess."
She groaned and ran a hand through her hair, visibly panicking.
God, she was gorgeous like this — worried, messy, real. I knew she was trying to focus, but I couldn't stop watching her.
"Stop looking at me like that, I'm trying to think," she muttered, pulling her hair back and glancing away.
I reached out, catching her chin between my fingers and gently turning her to face me.
"I told you we'd figure this out," I said quietly. "You said there was a way. So I'm gonna see what he wants, and then I'll meet you at school, okay? We'll deal with it together."
She frowned but nodded, and it broke something in me. She shouldn't have to be this scared, this torn up, just to be with me. It wasn't fair.
That was on me to fix.
I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. And like always, I felt her heart start to race. It still blew my mind that I could hear it — that I made her feel like that. Because she sure as hell made me feel it too.
"I have to go," I murmured against her lips.
She nodded again, the tiniest smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, and it felt like the first piece of light I'd seen all morning.
I stood, slipping my shoes back on, and glanced at her one last time.
"I'll see you at school."
I crossed the room, stopping by her window — the only way I ever left this house now. If her mom saw me, it'd be over. For both of us.
