Come Home With Me

Anne

“Where is Jaden now?” Vincent asked from where he lay on my chest.

“I don’t know,” I replied, staring up at the ceiling. “After high school, he left for the states to further his studies.”

“You didn’t keep in touch?” he asked while playing with my fingers. He’d been doing that for a while now.

“No. We drifted apart after I’d said no to his relationship request. I think I bruised his ego or something,” I said thoughtfully. “He’d heard so much about my rejecting spree and had even experienced first-hand one of my mum’s lectures against having a boyfriend, but somehow he felt he was different. Maybe because he was the only boy my mum allowed into the house to study with me. Plus, she always gave him her homemade cookies and milk. Yea, he felt special.” I narrated, toying with his soft hair.

“Although…” I continued, “I searched him on F******k and found him. But he looked totally different from the lanky kid I knew back in high school. He was all grown with facial hair and muscles. I