Baby, I think of you
When I'm all alone and it's half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain't nobody love you like I do
— David Guetta, Like I Do
T Y L E R
I looked at Faith, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, then slid my gaze back at Mario who looked like he had just seen a ghost. This wouldn't end well, I knew it from the moment I had heard her voice and caught myself hoping that there had been something wrong with my hearing.
There was an awkward moment of silence, none of us said anything. Faith and Mario were staring at each other and I was wondering if I could escape the situation by walking out of the room because honestly, I hated being in the middle of two people who looked like they were about to explode. Or at least, one of them was, since judging by Mario's face he would likely keep his mouth shut and pretend he was a replica of Michelangelo's David statue.
