Chapter Sixty Eight: Shameless faces and rough hands.
The list of things I would rather be wasting my time on was literally innumerable. Packing a small purse full of my must-haves in preparation for a date with Emelio was definitely nothing that I could do wholeheartedly with a smile, because truth be told, pride was the only reason I was doing this anyway.
When Martin and I returned to the house, it was still very early hours of the afternoon and the sun was bright and inviting. Him sitting me down to explain all the reasons I was right to want to get together with other people was the last thing I was expecting. Worse still, he chose to insist on me living up to my word and "giving Emelio a chance" since it sounded like I liked him so much. Like where the f**k did the signs of jealo
