CHAPTER 63

I couldn't stop smiling the entire drive home. It was around six in the morning, Saturday, and I was grinning like an idiot on my way home. Sebastian kept asking me why I couldn't stay longer, and even though I wanted to, Beth was probably worried. As I was looking for the rest of my clothes, I realized that my shirt was ripped by Sebastian the night before. "Just take one of my shirts." He said, pointing to the closet. I walked in, marveling shortly at all the business attire that had...