Elliott: No more f*****g changes.
Gia:
You suck at flattery. Honestly, you don’t like it?
Elliott: I liked your hair before and now. If you changed it because you wanted a new look, not because of that stupid video
My heart skipped a beat. He cared.
Gia:
I miss you
My hands trembled holding the phone as I waited for his response. Had I said too much?
The car moved, and I still received no response. After a few agonizing minutes, I put my phone away and stared out the window—the car had stopped moving.
Where were we now?
The door suddenly opened, and, to my surprise, Elliott climbed inside the car. He had on a suit and bag in hand, but that didn’t stop me from practically flying at him, my arms around his neck and tugged on his hair hard enough to earn a sexy grunt before he en
