Rachel's POV
I sighed, and kept my gaze down. "It's not about that, actually" I whispered, and he brought my face up to face him again.
"Then, what is it about?" He asked.
"Since I can't go home, where will I lay my head. I don't even have any money to stay in a lounge" I confessed.
"Is that what you are worried about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, his hand clenching onto my wrist.
I sighed, nodding my head.
"Why would you be worried about that, when I'm here? Don't you trust me anymore?" He asked, and I turned confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked quickly.
"I have a room big enough for both of us. If you can't stay on the bed with me, you don't have to worry, I will lie on the floor" He said.
My eyes went to Dennis whose eyebrows knitted. I gulped down heavily and pinched Brando
