TWENTY-NINE
Mila
Ozzie towersover me and presses a kiss on my forehead. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. The first thing we do is move you to a hotel far from campus, temporarily.”
I lift one shoulder. “And then what? You have classes to go to on Tuesday.”
“I can skip them,” he says.
I scoff. “No, you cannot.”
“For a few days, until things calm down, I can.”
I shoot him a wary look. “I don’t think Emmeline and Carl would appreciate their baby skipping classes.”
“Carl and Emmeline would never forgive me if I took my eyes off you even a second.”
And now, we have a standoff. Immoveable object versus unstoppable force.
I squint, and finally, I exhale. “Fine,” I grit out. “Follow me around like a giant puppy if you must. It’s your midterms that will suffer.”