"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
My heart feels as though it's jumped up into my throat. It's only been three months that we've known each other, thats far to early to say that we're in love. But at the same time, I've never been in love before, I don't know what that feels like. Maybe the feelings that I have for Rhodes are love?
The kettle had just finished boiling when I heard a knock at the door. I'm glad Rhodes gave me enough time to clean up my apartment, as I walk a clean line towards the front door instead of hopping over my pile of dirty laundry and my open suitcase. I unlock the door and open it up to see a calm loo
My thoughts are interrupted as he leans over and places his lips on mine. I have an overwhelming urge to just melt into him, so I do. My lips part and he wastes no time slipping his tongue into my mouth. We aren't close enough, there's no such thing as close enough when it comes to him. I find mysel
"I hear from him every now and then. I used to get birthday cards every few years, a Christmas card once, but that was it. After he left, my mum she um, she kind of fell apart. Throughout everything we went through as a family my mum adored him and when he left she was never the same" "It started o
Just as I had suspected not a rom-com, but we did get pizza. It's not the sort of pizza I'm used to though; not greasy and heavy, making you feel ill immediately after eating. It's lighter, fancier, made especially for us by the kitchen downstairs, perks of living in a hotel I suppose. I laugh the