"So tell me about this jerk, Luke" Rhode says after a long pause. Oh no, where's this going? "He's not a jerk. He works at the bookstore. He's nice" I tell him, even though I feel like I'm repeating what I told him when I got here last night. "You said he kept trying to make you drink more and he
His words get me questioning an uneasy thought, one that I have to share. "How many women have you been with?" I ask him quickly before I lose the nerve to ask. I know it might be a lot, I'm just nervous about how many that means. I mean; he's hot, he's rich and he's older, there will probably be a
"Nothing" I shake my head. "Ready to go?" I ask him, scooping up the high heels from the entryway. He nods and we wait for the elevator together before it carries us down to the parking garage. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the car that Rhode gave me for my birthday, he follows my gaze as
Rhode does too as he looks to me for reassurance. I shrug my shoulders, it's up to him what he tells his mum. "Yeah I did, she's in the car with me and you're on speakerphone if you'd like to say hello" Rhode grins cheekily as I hear a small gasp from the car stereo. I don't think she'd scream at
"I love you," I say quietly before I shut the door. He grins. "I love you too" I shut the door and wave him off as he turns the car on, pulling it back into the light midday traffic. Opting to carry my shoes in my hand, I dodge all the gum and unknown stains on the pathway and press the number code
Rhode 's P.O.V I somehow manage to fill my afternoon after I drop Amelia back home to her apartment, mostly with emails I've been ignoring for the last few days. Amelia is my girlfriend again, and my sister is in labour so my mind is racing, work is always a good distraction doesn't matter that it'
I lean against the car door, waiting to see her bounce out of her lecture hall. I always seem to find a good spot out front, probably because I've been waiting for around 50 minutes and it's 9 am. Mum was fine with me arriving a little bit later, but only because I said I was bringing Amelia, now I
I lean against the doorframe and take in the room as she moves around. It's somehow bigger than her old room, but not nearly as nicely decorated. There's no hanging twinkling lights and no plants fake or real anywhere in sight. The only real brightness in her room is stacked in the corner, a small c