When almost everyone finally left, I stayed downstairs, helping Gloria and Benson clean up a bit before heading upstairs. Ian stays downstairs to say goodbye to Fernando and Terrence. Once upstairs, I took a quick shower, put on flannel pajamas and shorts. Although it's a bit late, I need to review my notes.
I'm sitting on the bed glancing at them, but I really can't stop thinking about tonight and what's happening with this sham of a marriage. I'm about to put the notes aside, resigned that I won't be able to review, when there's a knock at my door.
I look up to find Ian standing in the doorway.
"Can we talk?"
"Well, it depends on what you want to talk about," I looked at him, confused. "I mean, if you want to talk about how idiotic you've been all this time, I can listen."
He sighed
