wait for his decision. I won’t take it further if he doesn’t want it. “Please, Colton…” He watches me in silence, his brows knitted together, and then he just shakes his head no. My skin flames up, and I fidget in my seat. His rejection stings, and I scrunch my nose, trying to do anything to keep myself from crying. I take my hands off his lap, and stare straight ahead, not seeing anything. I have no idea what he wants from me, because what I’ve heard about him contradicts how he is with me.
