KATY
Pierce let go of my arm, but for whatever reason I continued to follow him down Bayside to both our homes.
It’s been established that I’m stupid.
We walked right past my house and I didn’t even attempt to diverge in that direction. I’d lost my mojo. Pierce continued on right up to his house as if he didn’t expect me to complain, and as soon as I set foot over the threshold into his mansion he turned around and locked the door behind me.
It was one thing to follow him to his house against my will, but another completely to lock me up like a prisoner. I crossed my arms over my chest to let him know how irritated he made me. This was beyond hands-on hips annoyed.
"I’m not staying here." Technically he hadn’t asked me to stay, but it felt important for him to know I didn’t plan on it.
He rubbed a finger over his eyebrow and I swear I saw it twitch. "Yes, you are."