Adonis
I should have known.
I should have fucking known it would be her.
I had gotten to the house, and had stepped into the living room only to see Neil reclined in a couch, with a laptop on his thigh as he stared at the screen while typing away, politely avoiding having to hold a conversation with the woman sitting on the couch a small distance away, legs crossed with a drink in her hand.
Tina.
I recognized the long, flaming red hair. The dead blue eyes and that fucking body of hers that was miraculously clothed this time in some tiny black dress that revealed more than it concealed. And I recognized that fucking smirk curving her lips as she turned her face in my direction, her eyes meeting mine.