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Going home was one of the hardest things I had to do, because I had to leave early and I didn't want to wake Tyler up.
I spent about thirty minutes just staring at his face and resisting the urge to kiss it and tell him that I did love him and I was not going anywhere before I slip out of the house.
Though, the reason Ty always had parties at his house was because his parents were barely ever home as they worked at some seaport or something like that, it made staying over with him relatively easy to come in and go out.
But as I walk back home, fear began to lurk all over me.
It was possibly dark, maybe 6am, the sun had not risen yet and the cold was a literal whiplash as I walk down the road.
Pops would happily ground me for a month.
Who am I kidding? A year.
And most possibly arrest Tyler for trying to kidnap his daughter even though I was in consent and very much willing.
Or possibly, just be sad.