“I told them I needed to think about it,” I mumbled.
Tasha groaned again, louder this time, and threw herself back against the couch. “Think about it? Seriously? What is there to think about?”
“It’s a big decision!” I said defensively.
“No, it’s not,” she shot back. “You’re just being stubborn. You’re acting like a damn kid.”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “And if you’re not going to make the decision, then I will.”
Before I could process her words, she grabbed my phone from the table.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat.
“Fixing your life,” she said, grinning mischievously as her fingers flew across the screen.
“Tasha, no! Give me that!” I lunged for her, but she jumped off the couch and darted across the room
