Stacy POV
I paced around the house, worried. What was taking him so long? My mind raced with so many thoughts, and my expression tightened as I paced.
"Could he have been caught?" My heart raced at the thought, and I got confused about what could have been the issue.
Just when I thought I was about to lose it, my head turned towards the door, and I immediately frowned.
However, I didn't want to seem like I'm putting too much pressure on him at first.
I didn't move, just stared at him so much that it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
I frowned even more. He dared to ask me that question like he didn't know the reason why I was here, huh?"
"You're seriously asking me that? I have been waiting for you all the while, trying to understand what I was going to do. I was scared. I didn't even know if there was something wrong with you."
