He Came Back

Aston

“I believe you.” And I really did. Maybe it made me an idiot, but I wanted to believe he was telling me the truth. I believed he wouldn’t have left so abruptly if he didn’t absolutely have to. He’d given me no reason to doubt him, especially now that he was back.

“Good.” Relief seeped into his expression. He stood his wheelie bag up beside him, resting on its handle. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

“There was nothing to forgive.” I meant it. He was a businessman. It made sense that business would drag him away. He said goodbye, told me he would be back, and here he was. “How long can you stay this time?”

A thundercloud passed over his features, settling as a strange fire in his eyes. “Two weeks at least, but they’re going to be busy. Speaking of which, we need to talk.”

What? Fear took root in my stomach. Something about the way he said it alerted my ‘spidey senses’ which was troublesome. We weren’t dating, so ‘we need to talk’ couldn’t mean he wanted to break up with me. But I k