Chloe's POV

My last class let out ten minutes early and I still almost missed the bus.

I texted Iris while I was waiting at the stop.

Me: Heading to Dale’s. Wish me luck. Or just don’t let me spiral.

No reply. The message sat on delivered. She was probably still on the bus,It didn’t stop the small knot of nerves in my stomach from tightening another notch.

The closer the bus got to his side of the territory, the more real it felt. It wasn't a bookstore full of other people, or the living room with Britney somewhere nearby, it was his place with just us. I kept replaying...