XXI. Your Place or Mine?

Should I tell her?

Nah, she's too much of a gossip to be trusted with such details. 

I gawked at her in mocked surprise, “I bet.” I said dryly. “And by the way, I think you're dreaming on the other ninety-nine times you claimed you called. You called once, R! And the only reason I hadn't picked it up because you just let it rang once before turning off your phone. Once R! Not a hundred times.”

She didn't even look embarrassed. “True. But that’s because I realized that I might be disturbing you two on your—” she said wiggling her brows. 

She did. But I didn't voice that out, afraid that they'll see right through me. Afraid that they'll see how Killiad's mere presence is affecting me in ways no one did, even Brad.

Last night, I completely drifted off on Killiad's shoulder and then my phone rang, waking me up. After attempting to call back my friend I asked Killiad if he could dri