(Kendall)
I sat beside him, my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. He wasn’t saying much anymore. I thought he’d laugh it off after what I did, but he didn’t. He just sat there, quiet.
I peeked up at him. His face was blank. No smile. No glare. Just nothing. And that made me feel like s**t.
“I was just messing with you,” I said again, softer this time.
He nodded, but he didn’t look at me.
I sat up, watching him. “Jaxon?”
“Yeah?” he mumbled, eyes still ahead.
“You okay?”
“Fine.”
I hated that answer. It was the one people gave when they weren’t okay.
I got up from the bed and stood there for a second, then walked to the door. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
He didn’t answer.
I headed out and stood in the kitchen for a few seconds, not really sure what to d
