Chapter 45

EVERETT

Getting into the backseat after Waylon, I stare at him sideways without turning to face him as I watch him adjust his neck against the leather head restraint and sink into it with a sigh. He anxiously moves his knee as his fingers thrum against the fabric of his pants as he stares at the city road outside the car. The conversation we had before we set foot in the cab was something. It makes me wonder if my decision to let him in my apartment this late at night is wrong as I set down the wet umbrella over the back dash.

If he didn't want to see me, he wouldn't have been here, sitting next to me.

But what if something goes wrong between us tonight?

And even if it does, would I hold him fully accountable for that since I said yes to this situation and put myself willingly into it?

If things go right, will it be everything I wanted the night to be?

Or will I regret it the next day when I wake up and face him at work?

Shaking my head to rid myself of spiralling thoughts, I put my f