When I got home, Nora and my mom were there. Without even saying a word, their presence alone had succeeded in dampening my mood.
“Dale, why are you just getting back? This is eight. And we've been calling you for so long, but you didn't answer any,” mom began, unable to complete as I strode past them both, heading straight to my room.
I really wasn't interested in any unnecessary s**t they were here for.
My mind was on Chloe. On what she'd wanted to tell me.
It was concerning how capable she was of filling my thoughts in such short period.
But I wasn't ready to stop it any time soon.
Which was why, when a knock came on the door, interrupting my thoughts, I was annoyed.
“Come in,” and it certainly reflected in my tone.
The door opened to reveal a smiling Nora in her braless nightgo
