Chapter 52

Wyatt's Point of View

I let go of his hand and went to the couch to get my wallet. I folded the blanket he gave me and put it on the couch. When I turned to him, he was still standing there, facing the bathroom door. I took a deep breath and walked toward him. I held his shoulders and made him turn to me.

"Sorry, I won't be able to eat your cooking. Maybe next time?" I smiled as I said that.

"Do you... really have to go now?" he asked, looking down at the floor.

"Yeah, I don't want to see you mad," I replied. "And I'm sorry for this. This... wasn't intentional."

"I cooked for two people; it will be a waste if you go now," he responded.

My hand on his shoulder froze. Why does it seem like he doesn't want me to leave? Damn.

"Is Luca not coming home?" I asked, trying to confirm what I suspected.

He sighed. "Never mind. If you're going, then go," he said. He was about to walk past me when I immediately grabbed his arm.

"You can just ask me to stay if you don't want me to go yet," I said.

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