“You can’t stand hibernating,” Nick said, eyeing me suspiciously. “That’s your least favorite thing. If you’re not in the spotlight, on the go, guitar in hand, you’re miserable.”
“Maybe you don’t know everything about me,” I shot back, annoyed that he knew me so well.
“But maybe I do.” He reached out and tugged a lock of my hair. “Come on, don’t be mad. Wanna share a cab?”
I gathered a few of my things and threw my bag over my shoulder. “After your little bombshell, I honestly need some time to myself.” I leaned up and pressed my lips to his cheek. “I’ll call you in a couple of days.”
“You’re pretty mad, huh?”
“I’m not mad, Nick.” I paused and turned to look over my shoulder at him. “I’m lost.”