RONALD
“The debate is scheduled on the sixth of February,” Catherine said, flipping through her book. “There will be competition so you-“
Her words faded into the hum in my mind. I stared at her, reliving the moment in the bar. I could have blamed the shots for what I had said but I was no coward and even if she told me to keep it professional, I couldn’t help myself. Anytime I get close to her I had the mind to pull her into my arms and keep her there.
She didn’t shut me down which meant I had a chance. My phone buzzed, her eyes snapped to mine with a raised brow.
“You going to get that?” She asked
“If I do then I’ll miss looking at you,” I leaned back, adjusting my pants. “I can’t afford that now can I darling?”
She stared blankly at me, but the corners of her lips creased like she
