I wish I knew what happened, but I’m sure he’ll eventually tell me.
“This week has been…a lot,” I agree.
His hot gaze lingers on me. “Would you run away with me for the weekend?”
I laugh at his joke, but he doesn’t laugh with me. His expression remains deadly serious.
Wait a minute.
“You actually want to run away?”
“We could leave tonight. Come back Sunday.”
“What would I tell my parents?”
“Nothing. You wouldn’t tell them at all.”
I glance around the room, watching as Skov goes over an outline with someone. She’s not paying attention to us. No one is.
“Finals are next week,” I remind him. “We can’t just leave. We need to study.”
“Really, Wren? You’re going to turn me down to study?” He arches a brow.
“I’ve never just—ran away before, Crew. My parents know where I am, at all times.”
“Tell them you’re going out of town with a friend, because that’s what we are, right? Friends?” His sly smile reminds me we are anything but friends.
“I’m not an impulsive person,” I say primly.
“Sometimes we need to change it up. Come on. I’ll make a couple of calls. Find us a hotel somewhere.”
“In the mountains?” The words slip from my mouth as if I have no control.
“You want to go to the mountains?”
I nod. “That’s what I originally wanted to do for my birthday. Go on a little trip with my friends.”
“Let’s do it then. We can leave tonight. We can use the plane if we have to. Hopefully it’s available.”
My family is wealthy. We have money. But we don’t have a plane.
The Lancaster wealth is unfathomable.
“I don’t know…” My voice drifts and a soft gasp leaves me when Crew settles his hand over mine.
“Come on. Just say yes.”
I stare at him, conflicted. If Daddy found out I went away on a weekend trip with a boy, he’d be devastated. Especially if that boy was someone like Crew.
Angry.
Disappointed.
And I never want to disappoint him. Especially after the promise I’ve made.
But that promise is starting to feel more unimportant, the longer I spend time with Crew.
He interlocks his fingers with mine, basically holding my hand in front of everyone in class, his middle finger brushing over the diamond ring my father gave me, and I give my answer before I can overthink it.
“Yes.”