| MARCELO |
“Want ice cream?” she asked.
“Cookies and cream?” I asked her as I pulled away.
“Like I like anything else,” she scuffed as she walked away.
I sat back down on the couch as I waited for her. Yes, we agreed not to be together. Yes, we agreed not to catch feelings, but f**k, it was way too late for that.
This was all that fūcker’s fault. He is messing with her head, and she doesn’t know any better. She has never had a boyfriend or friends, so how would she know that he is playing with her?
I’m not letting him take her from me. Over my dead body.
“Don’t forget to make it into a sundae!” I shouted at her as I leaned my elbows on my knees.
“So bossy,” she giggled, making me smile.
I never want to see her cry like that again. I know her and I know she hates to hurt a fl
