Chapter 153

Sullivan

I watch her run away, glued to my seat.

Get up!

Go after her!

But I can’t seem to make myself move. This didn’t go the way I imagined it would at all. In my mind I’d always pictured us talking about the night of the Christmas party in a controlled environment. We would laugh remembering how hot we were for one another, then we’d admit we both had feelings for each other, ending with a fucking replay of what happened that night.

The only thing I can do is beat my palm against the steering wheel. Why didn’t I go after her?

Inhaling deeply, I grab up the food and take it over to one of the homeless men who uses our square as his home. I’ve completely lost my appetite. Irritated beyond belief, I start up the car and head toward the apartment complex I call home.

Halfway there, my phone rings. For two seconds I think about not picking it up, but when I see the smiling face of my sister, I answer quickly.

“Hey.”