Chapter 65: Sixty-five: MTOABB

MTOABB

“Rossita. I don’t want to leave, but I have to get home.” We had been snuggled up in my bed for an hour or so now. But I wasn’t trying to cave in and take three steps back from all the progress I had made. I didn’t cry over him, but yes, I thought of him a lot.

“Okay,” I whisper. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch on that I was bothered that he was leaving me again.

“Why does it sound like you don’t care?” He elevated his eyebrows and stared at me with concerns.

“I do care, but like you said, you need to get home.” I remove the duvet from my body.

“You could at least try to convince me to stay another hour or so.” He was getting bothered. “You’re showing me mixed signals right now, and I don’t know if I like that.” you don’t like getting a taste of your own medicine, Gomes.’