I quickly shower before drying my hair and dressing in three-quarter length jeans, and Batman top. I a huge fan of the muscular, deep speaking man, I don’t care who judges me for it. I find Wyatt sitting on my sofa, typing on his phone, looking like a hot model in a photo shoot. His blonde hair is a little longer than we met now and falls down his forehead. Wyatt looks up reminding me so much of how my feelings for him are as strong as they are for Jaxson. Should I tell Wyatt I let someone else kiss me?

His dark eyes lift taking me in, a slight lift of his lips at the Batman symbol.

"Beautiful as always Winter, I believe I’ve seen Atti in a terrible shirt like yours." He says looking away from me as a shimmer of pain hits his handsome face.

"What was she like?" I ask, calmly going to sit next to him. I can’t explain it but I feel like he needs to talk to me about her. To be honest, I feel like he is hiding so much of himself from me. I want him to let me in, I need him too.

"She was a wild cat. I can’t explain her, no one could really but she didn't deserve her ending and I would do anything to change it." He drops his head as he speaks.

"It's not your fault." I remind him, I take his hand wanting to comfort him.

"Let’s go." Wyatt stands with his whole body tense, as he pushes my hand away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," He cuts me off by saying,

"You don't know a thing Winter." He walks out expecting me to follow. I take my time getting my stuff and locking the door, so he has time to calm down. How did she die and what was her name?

Why do I have a bad feeling that Wyatt feels responsible for her death?

Wyatt is sitting inside his car when I come out, and I go to the passenger side to open the door.

Sliding into the seat, I do up my seatbelt up as he drives; his hands grip the steering wheel so hard I'm worried he will break it. The tension is strong as he drives us to the cafe. I go to get out the car and Wyatt finally says.

"I'm sorry, I just feel guilty for the way I'm looking at you, the way I looked at Demi." He speaks her name softly. A brief glimmer of jealously ripples through me before I realise I’m getting jealous of a dead woman.