All Six… II 47B

Even their agreeing to date started out as an argument about who likes who that would have ended with Symphony walking away. But Alastair had grabbed her hand. He held her tight, a pain she would never forget and neither will he, because she kicked him for it. There was no “you’re hurting me.” No “I’m sorry.” No laughter. It wasn’t a joke to either of them. “Be with me then.” He ordered and for some reason she said, “Fine. But only on Fridays.” It was a weird answer but it worked and Fridays turned to everyday.