"Driving the few blocks to Arrick s apartment, we are equally silent, both lost in our own heads. His occasional glances my way don t go unnoticed, but I have no clue how to feel, and I m dreading the moment we walk into his home and come face to face with the girl who has shared his bed for almost two years. Everything is a mess; I should have stayed miles away from him like I planned, but somehow that tiny flicker of hope inside of me is destroying all my willpower."
"Natasha comes out of the nearby bedroom as we enter Arrick s penthouse apartment, her little brown curled head and slight frame just make her look like a little lost puppy dog, and it s clear by her makeup-free face that she s been crying at some point. Natasha is never without her makeup, and seeing her now, I see s
