They were sitting at Ericka"s favorite table inside her favorite restaurant. Chino was watching her speak, admiring her beauty. She was telling him about her friend Kimmie fighting with her piece of s**t boyfriend, but Chino didn"t wasn"t listening. He just watched her, completely enraptured. He was as much in love—probably more so—as he"d been when they"d first met.
“I love you,” he interrupted.
She blinked. “Where did that come from?”
“It"s true.”
“I love you, too.”
“I know you do.”
“So you"re saying you don"t wanna hear about Kimmie and Jake?”
“I"m just sayin" I love you. I don"t give a f**k about Kimmie or Jake.”
“Then what do you care about?”
do“Just you.”
She smiled, both of them staring at one another with goofy, lovey-dovey smiles on their faces.
“I don"t know what I wou
