Chapter 31

"Ariana!"

"Justin," I whisper, rooted to the spot. He's still wearing last night's clothes, dark bags underneath his eyes. His hair is a mess on top of his head and he's clutching his phone like his life depends on it.

"Where the hell have you been?" He yells, pulling me into his chest. I struggle against his tight hold, confusion covering my features.

"I had an apartment viewing today, you know that." I mumble into his shirt. He pulls back, disbelief filling his...