Sade entered her room, closing the door behind her. Marco was near the window, sliding his shirt on and fixing his belt like he didn’t have a care in the world. When he turned to face her, there it was—that big-ass Kool-Aid smile on his face, like he had just won the damn lottery.
“You’re back,” he said casually, like everything was cool.
Sade rolled her eyes and held up the shoes she had stuffed into her robe earlier. “Yeah, I brought your shoes.”
Marco stepped closer, taking the shoes from her hands. His fingers brushed hers, lingering for a second longer than necessary. “Thanks,” he said, slipping them on. “I thought I heard somebody at the door. Who was it?”
She shifted awkwardly, brushing a braid off her shoulder. “It was Madison.”
Marco froze for a second before c*****g his head
