After a few days spent in luxury with James in the Bahamas, I was glad to be back at his home. Things had been wonderful, and yet, through it all, I had slowly let the wall I had built fall. There was something about him that gave me hope he would change his mind.
That maybe… just maybe–he would want me.
As soon as we made it back, James had to go to the office to work. The sun had set long before he left, and even though he was working late, it didn’t stop me from turning on the TV in the living room and ordering myself take out.
My favorite TV show playing and an open box of pizza in front of me, I set out to relax. However, the last thing I expected was loud pounding upon the door as if the police were trying to break in. With caution, I stood and peered out the side window, seeing Chad standing there with a grim expression on his face.
My heart raced, and my palms went clammy. I wasn’t sure what to do.
