PETE
“What are you doing here?” I asked her, running out of breath. I had run downstairs like my life depended on it. She was dressed in a casual black dress with heels that made it obvious that she had been out all day.
“Where are you coming from?” I asked, feeling a pint of irritation. I didn't get why it had to be today of all days, that she'd show up on my doorstep.
I mean, for the past few days now, I have been free, enjoying my free time with Amy, and she decided to show up. I adjusted my shirt to cover the bulge in my pants so she wouldn't suspect a thing as I led her into the house.
Lately, I have felt like she was becoming more and more nosy. I tried to sound casual, pushing my annoyance away.
“Were you out with a bunch of friends?” I repeated my questions, hoping she'd a
