“Are you sick?” Chelsey’s nose scrunched as she watches me move uncomfortably on my chair across her.
“No.” I answered immediately. Hoping she did not notice the uncertainty but the way I said it, she just noticed.
“Are you high?”
I sighed. “Chels, I think the coffee should be drunk already.”
Asking her to drink the coffee instead was not so perfect to segue the topic but I gave it a shot. I am not letting her know that I just got ripped down there, yet. We are in the Cecile’s Square and there is no way I will let her scream it to the thick crowd of students here.
Everything was great; Hiro staying up in my place barely remembering that his brother’s house was across, him making perfect meals for me, taking care of me since the night we slept together, and me str
