“Когда did you get all these pets? It’s like a zoo here. My allergies are going to go crazy,” she says, turning away from the window to look at me.
“I asked you a question,” I repeat, taking my blender out of the cabinet.
“You’ve been avoiding me, so I decided to just come over.”
“That’s what happens when people break up, Syd. They avoid each other. Permanently.”
When I turn around to get milk out of the fridge, she’s leaning over the kitchen island, her cleavage spilling out of the tight black tank top she’s wearing. I ignore her lame antics to get attention. That s**t doesn’t work with me.
“Tor, come on. We’ve broken up a million times, and we always get back together. Stop being a drama llama. We belong together.”
Sydni isn’t the one that got away; she’s the one that won’t go away
