(JOY)
SINCE I already agreed to go to Montmartre with Hosea, I told him I have to go back to my apartment first to get changed and to fill a bag with things I want to bring. I also have to leave a note for Bella if ever she was not at our apartment. Most of all I need to drop by to Mon Amour to inform them where I am going.
“You didn’t have to come with me,” I told Hosea when we got off the taxi. He already has a mailman’s bag on his shoulder. Inside were clothes and other stuff he carefully put in there just two hours ago.
It was still dark outside when I woke up to leave. I didn’t even make it out of the bed before he wrapped his arms around my body. That was when I explained my plans to go home. He then insisted that he will go with me.
“I want to make sure that you are safe,” Hos
