Sixty-nine: MTOABB

MTOABB

Chloe left the room and told me to text her if I wanted for her to return.

He stayed put with his back up against the door as he watched me watch him. It wasn’t like the first time we had met. It was different then. He was just a boy I was getting to know and we never truly fought, just some meaningless quarrels, nothing to report.

“Rossita, I don’t even know where to begin,” he says, his eyes not yet leaving mine.

“Start by the part where you tell me why you were leading me on.” I shifted to a sitting position.

“That’s not the case and you know it.”

“No, I don’t. You had me meet your daughter, do you know how big of a step that was?”

“I know, proves my point that I was thinking this seriously.”