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And she hasn't texted me back almost all day.
I rush to the girl and grip her arm, turning her to me. She gasps and brown eyes look back at me instead of green.
The biggest feeling of relief I've ever had in my life washes over me.
"I thought you were someone else," I let go of her and she looks relieved too.
That scared me way too much.
I lead the way back into the main room where all the girls are being asked for their names, birthdays, and everything else.
We spend hours collecting all the information about all the fifty-six girls in the hideout. Each second that goes by, I grow more antsy to see her. My mind is fucked.
The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it sounds that she would be all the over here and at this place. But it wasn't impossible and especially with the dim lighting in the room, their hair looked the same.
I realize I'm clingy as fuck. God, I want her so bad. I'm fucking vulnerable.
"On the road again," Theo sings as we pile into the SUV. I take my place in the passenger seat and my knee bounces up and down.
"You alright?" Roman questions from the driver's seat.
"Just get me home," I pick up the scrunchie I carelessly tossed on the dashboard when we first got here.
For four hours, I anxiously fuck with the scrunchie.
It isn't any better that my phone died ten minutes into the car ride.
I'm in deep.
Eight in the fucking morning is when I finally make it to my place.
I shower as my phone charges and as soon as I've got my damn pants on someone knocks on my front door.
When I open it, Lilah stands there, the most worried look on her face.
"I've been up all night worried 'bout you," her voice shakes and I pull her inside, scoop her up, and hug her to me.
She always smellssofucking good.
She hugs me back just as tight, not even knowing a reason why. She just does.
"I missed you," she tells me softly.
I force my head out of her neck I and I kiss those lips of hers four times.
I kick my door shut and carry her all the way to our room.
ShedemandsI wait for Bear to waltz in too and I'm not the one to tell her no when she uses that tone.
What have I become?
I shut the door once he's in and I lay her on the bed. I take a second to admire her small pajamas before I lay on her, in between her legs. She says she's crushed but she'll be fine.
If there was one place I'd always want to be, it'd be right here.
"Are you okay?" She questions softly, running her hand through my damp hair. I only nod.
"Were you up all night?"
