Sandra
*Can’t you tell me more? How do you know he’s okay? How do you know he’s happy? Who loves him? Is he in love with someone? What makes him a good man in your eyes?*
*Your compliment is sweet, but can I have something more concrete than a gentle blow-off answer, please?*
*I just need to know for sure that if I die, he’ll actually be okay.*
His mother’s messages are getting exhausting, to say the least. She’s sent a dozen texts, and those three are just from this morning. I blink, put my phone back down, and roll over, still not used to sleeping in Rico's guest bedroom.
I know I could have slept in his room in his bed. But he'd been a gentleman and offered me the guest room instead, which seemed like a smart idea given that I need a little bit of space. Right now, I need to compar
