Ana's POV
I kept my gaze down, squirming uncomfortably for what felt like forever before the words finally tumbled out: "I was with Morris."
"With Morris," I muttered, barely able to look Fred in the eye.
Really, it's not even that big of a deal—teenage couples spend time together all the time, I reasoned with myself, attempting to seem nonchalant.
But why does Fred's stare make me feel so damn guilty?
It's like I'm sneaking around with my boyfriend behind my parents' backs, booking hotel rooms together or something...
I felt torn between shame and this twisted excitement, like I was getting away with breaking some unspoken rule.
Fred figured it out instantly—that's just who he was.
Work had been crushing him at the hospital recently, with multiple critical operations leaving him completely exhausted. He hadn't been able to monitor my whereabouts as closely.
My studio had been keeping me busy too, so staying out for a few nights wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
