I didn’t realize how tired I was. We jammed all night. He shook me gently. “I’ll take you home.” That made me open my eyes. I didn’t want him to see my place. He would pity me, which was the last thing I wanted. “No. I’ll take a cab.” He shook his head. “I’m not letting you take a cab at this hour.” No. “Really, I’m fine.” Dean grabbed his keys. “We can argue all night and you’ll just sleep here.” Why was he being so stubborn about this? “No.” He stared me down. “I would never let any of my friends take a taxi. And I’m certainly not letting you. Now let’s go.” I hated chivalry. Seriously. I didn’t know what to do. It didn’t seem like I had a choice. “Fine.” He smiled in victory. “Thank you.” I hate you.
