I Don't Want to Leave Her Alone

I gasped. Things were getting tricky.

I had never thought that William would come to pick me up because the barbecue stall where we had agreed to have a midnight snack was between my home and his, so logically, he didn't have to pick me up.

Just as I was thinking, William continued, "Open the door. Be quick."

"I was in the shower, so I didn't hear the doorbell ring. Why don't you go downstairs and wait for me in your car so you don't get mosquito bites?" I said.

"Didn't you take a shower the first time you went out? Why did you take a shower again?"

"Because Mojo likes to rub itself against me."

"Well, how much longer do you need?"

"I'll get everything done as soon as possible."

I hung up the phone and did a quick mental calculation.

It was about a 15-minute walk from there to my apartment, and I had to avoid William. But given his caring nature, he would've parked right in front of my building.