“Do you want to tell me why you left me in the middle of the night and didn’t bother to say a word?” He asks me as soon as we get in the car, and he turns it on.

I turn my head towards the window and glare out it without saying a thing. The whole time, all I can think of is the fact that he wants me to do things that I refuse to. Knowing this, I must leave before I cave in.

Shaking my head, I finally blurt out after a very long few minutes of silence, “Sebastian, I love you and that should be more than...