Sandra
Waking up in my own bed feels strange, like I should be waking up with Rico.
As much as I want to tell him that nothing has changed, it's an absolute lie. Something has changed; I want him, but not just for our intimate moments. I want him.
Already in a sour mood, I roll over and grab my phone off my nightstand table. Picking it up, I see I already have a text message and my heart leaps in my chest... until I see it’s from an unknown number.
*So can I count on you to help me? -Grace*
I sigh and roll over onto my back, pressing my palm to my forehead as I stare at the ceiling. She's not going to give up, but the problem is I haven't made any decisions.
*I still don't know what the right choice is.*
My first loyalty lies with Rico. But this is part of my loyalty to Rico, making
