Bitsy and Max kiss. The next part of The Gone. #amwriting #thegone
“So, whereabouts do they live?” Max asks as we leave the warehouse. Briefly I look back.
“Do you think he’ll be alright?” I ask, ignoring the first question.
“Who? Aaron?” His voice has a snide tone and I scowl. There is no reason to be jealous.
“Colin,” I answer.
“Yeah,” he says, “he’ll be fine.”
He sounds confident but his hand tightens around mine and I know he is worried. “I can check myself,” I say.
“No, I can’t let you go alone.”
I sigh. This macho shit is getting tiring. I mean it’s nice to have someone look after me, especially as I’ve been alone since Ricky’s supposed death, but it is starting to grate on my nerves. “You understand that I don’t need looking after.”
Max raises an eyebrow. “Really? And who just saved your arse?”
“Who saved yours?” I snap.
He falls silent. “I have to.”
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