“Promise you won’t hate me after,” he demands. “Why would I hate you?” “Promise me.” I try to step back, but he holds me in place. “Henry, you’re freaking me out.” “Mia,” he warns. “Okay, I promise.” “Promise me you’ll never be alone, either.” His eyes meet mine. “Not inside the arena. Not outside of the arena. Not when taking Nala on walks. Nowhere. Not until he’s back on a plane headed home.”
He’s going to f shorty up for sure! Can’t wait!
