ROMAN’S POV
She remembered that, didn’t she?
That day at her parents. That day I walked her to her front porch instead of heading home myself as usual. I was only supposed to walk her to the bus stop, take my own route, but somehow I ended up doing the opposite.
Getting on the bus with her, and then following her home. Right to her very porch, that was how enthralled I was.
A blissful, childish evening. I think I was going in for a kiss when it happened. Her mom happened.
The door behind us flinging open, disbelief brown eyes staring down at us right then and there. I was caught right in the middle of everything and that day, I fully understood. I understood what a difference she and I were. While her environment was controlled, arranged, protected, mine wasn’t.
We were so different
