Miles
Cheryl is such a baby. She’s been sitting under that damn tree by the lake for hours just because she’s mad at me. And now? It’s raining.
Pouring.
She was completely soaked, her hair clinging to her face, her clothes sticking to her skin. And still, she wouldn’t come inside.
I walked over and pressed a kiss to her cheek from behind.
She pulled away instantly.
The book she was holding was drenched—just like the rest of her. Even her shoes, abandoned beside her, were soaked through.
I sighed. “Baby, don’t tell me you’ve been sitting here for hours, waiting for me to come and apologize.”
I walked around the bench and sat beside her, reaching out to touch her hair.
She slapped my hand away.
I exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry you saw whatever you did on the Internet, but it’s not wha
