A week later, I was busy packing my backpack as Charlotte sat on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. “Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad,” she said but the look in her eyes told a different story.
“We talked about this. I can’t tell you everything and you accepted that before we started this relationship,” I said.
“I know, but I don’t have to like the fact that you’ll be in Chicago with your ex for the whole weekend,” she said.
“It’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like we’ll be alone,” I said.
“She’s your ex, Blake. I saw the way she was looking at you, she’ll find a way to be alone with you,” she said.
I left the backpack on the bed and sat down next to Charlotte. I took her hand in mine and looked her in the eye. “I’m not a cheater, Charlotte. If I wanted Nataly back, I’d be w
