Loïc“I don’t know what I did to deserve her love, but I’m never going to deny myself again.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I sneak a peek over to London at the same time she takes her eyes off the road to glance at me. Our eyes meet briefly before she turns back to the road with a giggle.
“This is awkward, right?” she asks from the driver’s seat.
“A little,” I agree.
“But amazing, too?”
“Definitely.” I smile.
“When’s your return flight?”
“Tomorrow morning, eight o’clock.”
London sighs, “Uh, that sucks.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
She parks on the street in front of her apartment building. I think back to last year when I saw her sitting at that restaurant with that guy in his expensive suit. She was laughing and smiling. She looked stunning, and when he kissed her, I had to go. If I had only known, the
