Chapter 85 Eighty-four

• Silence is our best friend as Brandon carries me up the stairs. He lowers me to the bed, I latch on to him, afraid to let go for fear of him leaving the room. Panic sinks its claws into my heart when he retracts my hands from his body, I gulp, he hasn’t said a word since my confession downstairs. I should have kept my mouth shut, kept kissing him.
• “Brandon,” I say. His face is unreadable, my heart skips. “I’m sorry for what I said.”
• He kneels between my legs, smiles. “Don’t be.”