71. Stay with me.

TASHA

When we burst out into the wheezy air outside the house, I feel the oxygen rushing back into my lungs as I suck in deeply. Desperately.

I can finally breathe.

That tension is over. I never expected to survive all that just happened back in there, but I did.

We did.

And now, we are out here, with no fucking plan or thought of what to do next.

Maybe we can start from somewhere. Nate is not looking alright at all. In fact, he looks pissed. Extremely pissed. His grip on my hand is tightening by the second as we begin walking towards his motorcycle, his angry gaze locked on the black flash ride I have come to love so much.

But I am not going to let him drive us. Not tonight.

I halt in my tracks, stopping us both altogether.

He shifts his eyes to me. "Tash—"

"There is a kids' park just a hundred metres away from here. Let us take a walk down there."

"But you—"

"I want to be alone with you right now. Do not worry. I can take a cab home."

The urge to be with him right now burns deeper