Isabelle
I think we can infer what happened
Natalia
Yay you had sex!
Lana
Not sex sex but…
Isabelle
Oh so you sucked his dick
Natalia
Nice
Lana
And he…
Natalia
Even nicer
Isabelle
Was it at least good?
Lana
Yes but I don’t know what to do now
Natalia
Let him buy you a meal and do it again
Lana
It was nothing!
Isabelle
You miss him
Natalia
You looooooooove him
A very unhelpful bunch, them two.
I lock my phone and toss it aside. Groaning, I turn onto my stomach and bury my face into the pillow, and I scream.
I think I have a problem because I can’t decide if I want to make it harder for him by kicking him out again, or allowing him to stay—giving him the chance to prove himself and keep his word.
Christian has already told me, countless times, he isn’t leaving. A part of me believes him. So maybe he can just occupy the guest room for now and I’ll break him down. Chip at his exterior and find his stitched heart.
