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“Promise?”
“I promise.” I say, placing another kiss against his lips but just a chaste one.
When I pull back, I give him a smile before turning and grabbing my luggage.
Blake follows me as I walk to the door, neither one of us saying anything besides bye and see you later as I walk out.
A few days.
That’s all I need.
A few days and I will be in Blake’s arms where I hope to stay forever.
A few days and I will be out of this nightmare and moving on with the man that I should have told I loved a long time ago.
Just a few more days. I can do this.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
BLAKE
It takes me thirty seconds.
From the second that Sophia leaves our apartment, it took me thirty second to make sense of everything that she said and make a spur of the moment decision. Something that I hope I don’t regret in the long run or have it be something that Sophia hates me over.
If she’s going to fucking San Francisco, so am I.
There is no hesitation running through my body as I head back into my room and start packing a bag so that I can head to the airport and catch the first flight out to California that I can. I’ll fly to Sacramento and drive to San Francisco if that’s what I need to do. I just need to be in the same state as her.
In case anything happened.
Those four words don’t sit right with me. I fucking hate them.
What could happen?
All I could picture in my head is fucking Elijah putting his hands on Sophia and I see red. So much fucking red.
Fuck.
He doesn’t hurt her, does he?
I try to think of the few times I’ve been around them and the times that she has come home after spending time with him. Nothing stands out. Nothing is yelling out red flag to me.
If that was something that she is going through, she would tell me. Right? Sophia would come to me if she didn’t feel safe in a relationship, right?
Everything in me is saying that she would, that she would come to me right away if that were the case, but things have changed these last few months. We don’t see each other all that often. Up until three days ago, we hadn’t had a deep conversation in weeks. A lot of shit could have gone down in her life that she hasn’t told me. There have definitely been things that have happened to me that she doesn’t know about. She could be keeping so many things from me, and this could be one of them.
You can’t go there. You don’t know if that is something that she is going through.
Right. I don’t really know and coming up with scenarios in my head isn’t going to help anything.
Trying to put that thought process out of my mind, I pack a bag as if I am going to an away game and only need the essentials. But in this case, the essentials don’t even matter. I just need to go and be make sure that if anything does happen, I’m there for Sophia in whatever way she needs me.
The second that my bag is squared away, I start looking for a flight.
Which just becomes a frustrating task when the only flight that I’m able to find a seat on is first thing in the morning, but I don’t hesitate in buying it.
As soon as I buy the plane ticket, I do the one thing that I can think of. Call my brother.
