Methis Delis POV

 

He let go of my hand, and walked away. He got into his car, and drove away. He left me standing at the door, feeling confused and conflicted and guilty and hopeful. All at the same time.

It was scary as fuck.

I closed the door, and locked it going back to the couch, where sat down. I tried to process what had just happened.

Should I go to the hotel?

Or should I stay at home? Should I ignore him? Should I reject him? Should I hate him? Should I fear him? Should I forget him?

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what...