AMY
“So, when are you coming to see me?” Pete asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror by the door.
“But I saw you two days ago, and you are here today. Aren't you?”
Pete came to my apartment last night because, according to him, he misses me a lot. I have also missed him, but decided to stay away for a few days after almost getting caught by my stepmother.
I watched Pete smoothen the wrinkles on his white shirt, giving himself a quick once-over in the mirror.
“Don't worry too much, you look handsome,” I said, sitting up from the bed to help him with his tie.
“Of course,” Pete said with a smile, facing me. He slipped his hands across my waist, bringing me in for a kiss, but stopped when he heard the doorbell chime.
“Are you expecting anyone?” Pete asked me.
“No.. I mean yes..
