CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Without a word, I sit next to him, ignoring the coldness of the floor that ices its way through my butt cheeks. It's a little chilly outside, making me hate myself for not bringing something warmer. There is so much about this moment right now that makes me feel like I’m in some sort of movie. The silence is so astounding and yet I feel like I can almost tell what he is going through. The emotions reeking off him are too loud.
“I’m sorry if I’m imposing,” he eventually breaks the silence.
“You are not,” I counter, “I’m surprised you didn’t go in the house,”
“I knew you were still on a date,” he turns, his gaze filled with sadness, “Today, Mia and her parents were supposed to have dinner with us. Tonight, our parents were going to meet. Can you believe that?”
“I’m so
