KATY'S POV
I practically leap to my feet when the door swings open and Braydon walks in. Without thinking, I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around him. He hugs me, and I can feel him tense for a second before relaxing. I pull back just enough to cup his face.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “What happened? What did they say?”
Instead of responding, he gently takes my hand and leads me to his room. Once inside, he sits me down on the bed, then turns and starts pulling off his shirt, kicking his shoes aside too. Seriously? Can’t he tell I’m losing it here?
“They didn’t say anything about cops, right?” I ask again, because I hate the feeling I have about this whole thing.
He finally pulls on a fresh shirt but still doesn’t answer. Without warning, he rolls over me, and we both collapse on
