Chapter 62 I Always Want You To Come Back
- He didn’t answer. Instead, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the chair.
- “You look like shit,” I snapped because he did. And because if I didn’t stay mad, I’d cry. “Where were you?”
- He stopped near the bed, looked down at me, and for once, he didn’t have a smart answer. He just looked … worn.