Lia
I’m already regretting this as I stand on his porch, arms crossed and heart pounding. My fingers grip the sleeves of my jacket while I try to hold it together. The door opens slowly, and the second I see him, my breath catches. His eyes meet mine and don’t move. He doesn’t speak. He just stands there, shirtless, hair still damp, staring like I’m the last person he expected to show up. He motions for me to come in without saying a word, and I walk past him. He shuts the door behind us and turns to face me. I stop near the couch. My heart flutters in my chest as he steps closer. I lift my hand, tense and defensive.
“What is your problem?” My voice is laced with annoyance. “You show up at my house, leave candy like that makes things okay, and now you’re posting videos using my script?”
