He broke it and rest his forehead on mine.
I was speechless.
"C'mon" He said sliding off the car, walking back to the drivers seat.
I didn't want to go home, not yet.
But I did. He drove me to my house and and I thanked him.
For everything.
He watched me as I made my way inside. It was 10:26 when I got home.
I hurried to my room. I didn't want to be confronted or talked to. I just want to lock myself in my room and talk some sense into myself. Too bad my wishes were futile.
Gabriel heard me come in. He probably noticed how flustered I was, because he started interrogating me. He was more so concerned about how I was out past my curfew.
I played it as cool as I could and made a bee-line for my room, flopped down on my bed and buried my face in my pillow.
I didn't sleep that night.
