Not telling me.
All of it.
Someone that loved you wouldn’t do that. Would they?
“Trust me, Allie. Please just once,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine. “Give me a chance to prove to you I’m worth a risk.”
Then if I did trust him and he did mean he loved me, what did that mean? That I would stay here and be with him? That meant staying in the pack. That meant taking a huge responsibility. Was I even capable of that? I wasn’t a leader.
Anything I started I usually failed. School. The pack. Family. They all have a failure tick next to them so why the hell was I thinking that he would be different?
I closed my eyes. I would screw this up. I would screw up his chances to be a great leader.
These were all reasons for me to not go. I think I could give a thousand reasons, but I had one reason to go, and that was because I loved him.
Curse the day I ever fell in love with Zane Harris.
“Come home with me, Allie?” He kissed the side of my head. “Trust me just once. I won’t let you down again.”
Say no. Say no. Say no. Say no.
I started biting my bottom lip.
He was asking me to trust him, just once. I could do that, couldn’t I? I was more than willing to not fight our connection anymore so I could just risk it, just once, and come tomorrow if he does anything to warrant me leaving, I would.
“Ok.”
He pulled back. “Really?”
“Yes.” I pulled my hands from his shoulders and looked up at him. “But we are only watchingMisfits, and that could be all night because I’m not tired.”
He nodded his head smirking. “Trust me; I’m not going to sleep if you are awake.”
“Well, you have to let go of me, so I can pack my stuff,” I said, smiling when he hadn’t let go of me right away.
He sighed. “Fine.” He took his hands off me and stepped out of the way. “Wait a sec, stand still,” he said, and I did as he asked. He pushed my hair to the side, and I frowned when I felt him take my piercing out. “You can pack now,” he said after taking it out.
I frowned at him. “Why did you do that?”
“Because.”
“Because?”
“Because my Allie doesn’t have piercings and your smoking days are over, and you are dying your hair back to brunette or blonde, but not black. You’re threatening as black.”
“And what if I say no?” I challenged him. I had dyed my hair black on purpose because it gave me an edge. I liked how people stepped out of my way. It went with my glare well. So, going back to being a pushover wasn’t something I was seriously considering, but he was saying it like he just laid down the law.
He smirked. “You can’t say no to me.”
I pursed my lips. He was right, I couldn’t. Right now would be the perfect example. Me heading to his house, when every single fact it was going to end badly was flashing bright red and in my face.
Still, I was packing my bag. Only an idiot would do this willingly. Putting their heart on the line to get squeezed. Yep, an idiot. And I was that idiot.
Chapter Sixty
Zane had driven us back to his place. He had made a point not to let go of my hand. He only let go when he gets in and out of the car. The pack house was surprisingly quiet when we got there. I was expecting people everywhere considering it was a weekend.
But it wasn’t.