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But I will tell him because I’m not going to let fear dictate me anymore. It’s controlled everything so far and I’m done cowering to it.
“I will never hate you either,” Blake says his eyes softening up, and his hand tightening around mine. “Let’s get out of here.”
CHAPTER FORTY
BLAKE
As we leavethe coffee shop, I call for a car to take us to Hunter and Lennie’s.
Sophia and I need to talk and I don’t think having that type of conversation in a public place would be any good. So going over to my brother’s house is better. If I could get us out of San Francisco tonight and head back to Chicago tonight, I would, but given everything that we’ve been through today, I think it’s better to stay in California for the night and possibly head home tomorrow.
“Where are we going?” Soph asks, standing at my side as we wait for our car to arrive.
Her whole body shivers as a gust a wind passes. This is the one thing about this part of California that I hate, you always have to dress in damn layers. It can go from nice and sunny to cold as a fucking freezer.
Not having a sweater of my own to wrap around her shoulders, I wrap my arms around her instead and bring her body closer to mine.
She has always fit so perfectly next to me. And having her this close to my body, holding her like this, makes me realize just how much I’ve fucking missed her. I’ve missed everything about her these last few months, that I want to take everything that she’s offering me and hold it as tightly as I possibly can.
“Hunter and Lennie’s,” I answer her, checking my phone to see if the car is close by. Two minutes away.
There’s a possible chance I’m going to freeze my balls in two minutes. We could go back into the coffee shop, but it looks like they’re closing already.
“Did you call them when you got released?” she asks, leaning her head against my chest and wrapping her arms around me for more warmth.
We’re from fucking Montana and live in Chicago, this coldness shouldn’t be affecting us so damn much. We should be thinking that it’s nothing. Yet, it feels like fucking icicles are piercing our bodies. This weather is no fucking joke.
“No, I’ve been staying there for a few days,” I answer her.
“A few days?” she asks, pulling away from me to look at my face. “How long have you been in California?”
Her eyebrows bunch up and she looks up at me a bit confused. More so with her eyebrows bunched up and her arms crossed along her chest.
I give her a shrug. “The same amount of time you have, give or take a few hours.”
“What?”
I check my phone one more time, before turning my body to face hers. “Soph, you came into our apartment all freaked out, telling me where you were going, just in case something happened. I wasn’t going to stay in Chicago and not be there for you ‘just in case something happened’. So I booked to soonest flight that I could. That way I would be close by just in case. Just in case you needed me,” I say to her, not giving a shit if itmakes me sound crazy. Because who jumps on a plane to follow their best friend and their asshole boyfriend on a gut feeling? Apparently me.
Sophia opens her mouth to say something, but quickly closes it, as if she can’t find the words to say.
After a few more seconds, she finds her voice. “You followed me to San Francisco?” she asks, bewildered by what I did.
“Soph,” I say her name, closing the small of distance between us. “I will follow you anywhere in fucking world. Whether you need me or not. If my gut tells me to go to you, I’m going. No matter what. There will never be a question about it.”
She looks up at me in a way that I can’t really explain. There’s astonishment, but there is also confusion. Like she is happy to hear that I would follow her anywhere in the world but also confused about why I would even do it.
The car that I requested finally pulls up to the curb, and I let out somewhat of a sigh of relief that we don’t have to stand in the stupid San Francisco cold much longer.
I walk over to the door, and open it so that Sophia can get in, but when I turn to look at her, I find her in the same spot she was in a few seconds ago, not having moved an inch.
“Soph?” I say, extending my hand to her.
She looks up at me, that confusion still in her eyes and she says one single word.
“Why?”
“Why what?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she is asking.
