"You alright?" Rhodes asks me as the door swings shut behind us, him holding me by my bent elbow peering down at me. I tilt my head up towards him and smile. "Yeah I'm good, your mum and your sister are wonderful" he scoffs with a soft grin. "Wonderful wouldn't be the word I would use, but I'm gla
I don't know where to start; there are so many different places to explore. I take a sip of my wine and examine the top of the chest of drawers beside the door. There's a football trophy for 'Player of the Year' from 1994 next to a small black picture frame of a young boy and Eloise. Oh my god that'
"We should probably head back downstairs" I mumble into Rhodes's chest, which moves in a quiet chuckle. "Yeah sure" he replies, helping me slide off the desk. I hunt around the desk looking for my panties, panicking a little bit when I don't find them straight away. "Did you see where my panties w
That boy from earlier; Dante, I keep scanning the grounds looking for him and I can't find him anywhere. He wasn't at the table collecting food either, maybe he left? Out of the corner of my eye I see Bianca collecting some empty plates to take back to the kitchen. I take mine and Rhodes's and stand
"You okay?" Rhodes mumbles, moving to lean against the counter beside me. I nod my head, looking around the room. This is just going to bug me all day the longer I keep it to myself. I have to ask him about that guy. "Someone introduces themselves to me earlier, Dante, what's up with him?" I ask hi
"Are you mad at me?" I meekly ask him. Thankfully, he lets out a sigh and shakes his head. "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm just pissed off. He knows that he's not supposed to talk to you and yet he does" he lets out another sigh, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel. We're on the highway now, th
"You sure you don't want to stay at mine babe?" Rhodes asks tentatively as we take the exit off the highway that will take us the closest to my apartment. I'm not sure obviously because I do want to stay with him, but not when he's like this. He may be talking softly now, but there isn't a lot of si
I shake my head. "He texted me saying goodnight, but I didn't reply. Am I overreacting?" I ask her hopelessly, clutching one of my textbooks to my chest. She tilts her head to the side and side steps closer to me to avoid bumping into someone. "Man I don't know, maybe a bit of both?" She smiles at