I hadn't been out of the shower for more than two minutes when I hear my phone being blown up with texts. Confused, I pick it up off the bathroom counter and see that it was Lucianna. I had twelve unread messages from her. This wasn't a good sign; this typically meant she was either one drunk or two looking to get me to meet her somewhere. Taking a deep breath, I open her texts, and my face drops. She was claiming to be outside in the driveway, waiting for me to come out and talk to her. This wasn't the first time she'd come to my house in the middle of the night wanting to speak with me. I would be lying if I didn't admit to having had feelings for Lucianna. We became deeply involved back about six months ago; we dated off and on before that. Nothing serious; it was usually strictly s
