I go quiet for a moment. “I don’t...”
“Just say yes,” he whispers.
Just say yes.
Just say yes to the pretty boy asking you to the dance.
Been there, done that.
“No,” I say again.
“Heidi—”
“I don’t want to go, Drew.”
His smile slips a bit. “Heidi, you know that I would never do anything to hurt you, right?”
The words bring warmth and comfort. I would like nothing more than to curl up in them forever. I would love to forget about all the reasons we’re hiding out in my bedroom right now and enjoy a night out with him under shining lights, but I don’t see how that’s possible. Not unless we came clean.
“Are you going to tell Seth about us?” I ask.
Drew shakes his head. “No. It’s not the right time yet.”
“When is the right time?”
“Soon.”
I raise a brow. He sighs.
“I promise,” he says. “Soon, we will tell him, but I want to enjoy this night with you first. Okay?”
I inhale sharply to answer, but my words fail me again.
Drew shifts a little closer. “Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say.
“Then, would you trust me on this? Please?”
I stand up off the bed, my mind already made up. “Drew, I do trust you. This isn’t about you. I’m sure you have some wonderful ideas for that night that most girls would fawn over, but... I’m not that girl. I don’t want to go, so I’m not going. I’m sorry, but I can’t make it any clearer than that.”
“No, you really can’t.” Drew nods slowly. “I’m sorry. I won’t push it again.”
“Thank you.”
“But I have to go,” he adds. “If I don’t, Seth is going to know something is up.”
“That’s fine.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.” I stand a little taller. “I said I trusted you, didn’t I? You can go to your dance. I don’t care.”
He looks down for a moment. “Okay,” he says. “Then, I’ll go.”
I exhale hard, exhausted. From that awkward breakfast with Seth to getting inked to this conversation tonight, today feels twice as long as normal days.
“Anyway,” I clear my throat, “I have an early shift in the morning, so...”