Keira didn't waste time staying more than she should have at her parent's home.
"But we only arrived here last night."
She didn't care that Nate was pouting heavily. Bottom lip jutted out, he looked so ugly. She wanted to kiss him again.
"I have work," Keira said carelessly, shoving her clothes inside the small suitcase. She had to make more room for her prized books. They were signed by the author themselves, after all.
"So am I," he argued, didn't want to lose.
A flat look from her didn't deter his pout. She sighed, "It's the more reason for us to go now."
"Can we at least get dinner first?"
"Sure."
"I mean, here. I want to eat your mom's cooking again."
"Definitely not."
"But why?"
"I just don't want to."
Because her mother would indeed interrogate whether she was really pregnant or not.
