Chapter 39

Cassandra

"Where's Patricia?" I ask when Crayvin walks back into the living room alone.

I hold the remote in my hand and was ready to press play, but now it looks as if movie night may be over. Crayvin sets his glass of juice onto the black coffee table and sinks his large body into the love seat. When we had started watching the first movie, I thought I was going to feel awkward the entire time. But, once I moved to the floor to lay with Chunk, I pretty much forgot that Patricia and Crayvin were behind me on the couch, cuddling.

"She went home," Crayvin says, keeping his eyes focused on the screen.

"She left? Is everything okay?" I ask with a pointed look, holding my weight on one arm as I look back at him.

Crayvin shrugs nonchalantly and nods. "Yeah, everything is fine. She has to work in the morning."

"Oh okay. Well, I can go if-"

"No," Crayvin interrupts me. He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck a