By the time dinner was over, it was nearly to 9:00pm. The atmosphere in the dinning room felt like it had been scrubbed raw—at least on my end. I pushed my chair back, the legs scraping against the hardwood with a finality that I hoped would signal my escape.“It was a beautiful dinner, Mrs. Graves,” I said, my voice sounding a bit too breathless. “But I really should get going. It’s already late.”Zion’s hand instantly found mine again, his fingers lacing through mine with a firm possessive squeeze. “Stay, Khi. Just for the night.”I blinked, the “static” in my head giving a sharp, warning buzz. “Zi, I can’t. It’s not Friday yet, and we have school tomorrow. You know how my schedule is.”“So what?” Zion shrugged, his eyes pleading with that boyish charm that usually worked on everyone. “Stay. We can just drive together to school tomorrow.”“Zion, I don’t have school clothes here,” I hissed under my breath, trying to keep the conversation private, though I could feel Noah’s eyes trac
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