Mia
As the limo pulled over in the driveway, I helped muskets down because I knew Jonathan wasn’t going too. Usually, he would have darted into his room immediately but when I walked to the front door, he was still standing by it.
He lifted his sharp eyes from his phone and scanned my face like he was a robot.
“Sorry about today, it didn’t go as planned.” My lips hung open and I just stared at him in absolute shock.
“Did you hit your head somewhere, or?” I asked and lifted my hand to his head but he pulled away quickly.
“Don’t touch my hair..” he warned and I remembered the first day I ran my fingers through his hair. He loved it when I rubbed his scalp in circular motions… or that’s what he made me believe anyway.
“I’m just being polite, that’s all. Tomorrow I’ll show you arou
