Nola
The second the door closes, I feel the tears running down my cheeks. I shouldn’t be surprised by Kylan’s response since he doesn’t do feelings, apparently! I call bullshit because if he feels nothing, he shouldn’t have said what he did, even if he thought I was asleep. I sigh, sitting up. I wipe my tears away and run my fingers through my hair. Maybe I should leave right now. Though, I will need to steal one of his coats. My clothes are in his room; thankfully, my shoes aren’t. I lifted my phone before I walked out of his room; at least I have it and can call a cab when I am outside.
I climb out of bed, treading quietly as I don’t want him to come through and talk me out of leaving. I need to go. He needs his space, and I don’t want to continue to be upset in his house. He can con
