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 door of the bathroom. 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 cook. 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... isn't intentional."

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

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

"Will Luca not be coming home?" I asked, trying to confirm what I thought was right.

He sighed. "Nevermind. 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 g