I try to sidestep him, but he grabs my hand before I can. I grunt, tugging hard, and trying to yank it free.
“Can’t you just let this go?” he asks.
“No.” I try to get my hand free. “Let go of me.”
Instead, he pulls me closer, and I tilt my head up to meet his eyes. “I have my reasons, Allison.”
Why won’t he just tell me? I’ve already seen the texts. I know he’s being blackmailed so what could be worse than that? He’s not some undercover FBI agent or anything. So why keep me out of it?
I square my shoulders. “If you really liked me or like me, it shouldn’t be this hard.”
Stepping back, I glare at him. He sighs, running a hand through his hair like he’s carrying the weight of the world.
“That’s exactly why it’s so hard,” he whispers. Another sigh escapes him before he finally nods. “
