Page 74 of Running Away


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“Wait! Mia, how are you getting home?”

“Tram.”

“Tram? Are you fucking kidding me, Tinkerbell? You are not getting on a tram this hour of the night. Not alone.”

“Derek, I’m fine.” The protests that came from me sounded like a wimpy, whiny little girl. “I can take care of myself. I’m tougher than I look, you know. Besides, it’s only a couple of blocks to the tram stop?”

“No!” His deep voice broke through. “Mia, climb into my bed and go to sleep.”

“Derek, I can’t!”

“Tinkerbell. Put your drunk ass in my bed and sleep it off. If I find out you didn’t, I promise I won’t be happy!”

“You’ll never know…”

“Don’t test me. Now, get into bed and sleep. I’ll call you in the morning.”