"We can leave if you want. I don’t want to force you to spend time with me." Wyatt tells me and I glance up at him, trying to read his locked up expression.

"No, we can stay. Tell me about yourself." I ask, keeping my response on a neutral ground and not confirming anything to him. I don’t want to admit that I want to stay to talk to him, or just be around him.

"Well I live in a apartment I share with Drake. I work a lot, so I can take over from my father eventually. There isn't much else to tell," he says looking a little tense.

"I'm sure there more, any sisters or brothers?" I ask.

"No but Drake has been around me since we were both children, so I consider him a brother to me." He smiles down at me and I feel his fingers rubbing circles into my shoulder. I don’t think he knows he is doing it.

"I see that. He seems close to you. What's your dad and mum like?" I ask and regret it a little as Wyatt closed expression drops, and I see the sadness etched into his handsome face.

"My mother passed when I was born and my father is difficult." He emphasises on the word difficult.

"I'm sorry Wyatt," I say placing my hand over his, he turns his hand, so ours are locked together as he entwines our fingers. My small hand seems tiny in his.

"Don't be, it is what it is. Tell me about your parents." He changes the subject quickly.

"Only my mum is around. She is a good mum and I'm close with her. My dad passed away when I was around four. I don't remember him. My mum never really recovered from his death." I tell him.

“How did he pass?  If you don’t mind me asking,” he says

“A bad car accident, I was in the car but I wasn’t hurt. I was lucky.” I say trying to ignore the grief I feel at the memory.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure your father would be proud of the women you are now," he says quietly, making me blush.

"Well, I hope so. I have no brother’s or sister’s but Alex moved into ours when I was twelve. She was staying at our house all the time because her issues at home and we were very close. So when social services finally got custody of Alex, it was like it was meant to be. My mum adopted her, so in most ways, I always had a sister." I tell him with a small smile. The day Alex moved in, our mum took us camping and we had a great night roasting marshmallows, telling silly scary stories. We didn’t even care that it rained all the rest of the weekend.

"She talks highly of you." Wyatt comments.