After getting fully dressed, Dylan pecked me on the lips and left downstairs. I felt unsettled by having him away from me.
When he said that other people would notice what we were doing, I didn't really want to insist on accompanying him.
Dylan was going to say his goodbyes to the pack and his parents, and then we would be on our way home.
I got off the bed and started gathering my clothes. It didn't take long to get dressed, and Dylan still wasn't back.
I took that time to start looking around his room. Before I ran away, Dylan had told me he'd been living alone since he graduated high school.
Now that I was back and willing to work things out between us, I had more interest in everything about him.
I had only been allowed to attend school until I finished eighth grade. Once m
