Gone

*Maverick*

Tatum seems withdrawn at breakfast, not saying much to the girls and actively avoiding looking in my direction. If she were trying to avoid suspicion from me, she is failing miserably, but I won’t be able to interrogate her until we are back in the room, whenever that is.

I allow my eyes to linger on her more than usual, unable to keep from watching her plush lips that I have craved since the moment they left mine. I will spend the rest of my life longing for them.

“I was thinking a walk would be nice?” She says talking to Clem who frowns and tucks a hair behind her ear,

“Honestly, I’m afraid to take you anywhere, Tate. Everyone here thinks I was luring you into the woods to steal you away because I couldn’t handle the competition.” Clem sounds genuinely upset.

“Well, they are wrong and I know it and you know it. That is all that matters.” Tatum shrugs. I’m glad Tatum thinks she is right about Tatum. Someone has to believe her because it sure as shit isn’t me. At this rate