“I actually follow you from the bookstore.” Of course. “I’m sorry it may sound creepy, but can I talk to you for a second?” he asks, looking at me then to Tyler.
“You can tell her anything now in front of me because for sure I will eventually know what you two will talk about,” Tyler answers, still gripping my waist unconsciously stronger that’s hurting me already.
I look up at Tyler. “Ty, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay, Sam. His brother did already too much damage on you, and on us,” he snaps.
My cheek burns with embarrassment, but I can’t blame him though—he’s right after all.
Hawk still patiently waiting for my answer.
“You can say it here, Hawk. He’s right, and we don’t keep secrets anyway.”
His lips curve to smirk. “Good, then. Well, Mom invited you for lunch tomorrow. She tried calling your phone, but it said it was disconnected
My mouth gapes open.
He looks amused. “You can come with princess, Tyler,” he adds.