Freya POV
We have since moved our way from the kitchen to the living room. With two glasses of wine and a half empty wine bottle, we sit on the floor between the couch and the coffee table with the smoky fireplace warming us both up.
“So, you and.. that boy..” Though I am sure he was trying to ask me a question, it doesn’t exactly come across that way. I take a bite of his lo mein which if I may so myself is absolutely fantastic. Giving back his big white box of food, he smirks a little at me. I roll my tongue along the sides of my lips to clean the oil off and I watch him lustfully look at me.
“Why ask something you already have the answer to?” He’s walked in on multiple conversations where I have turned Jerrod down.
“That kiss?” Oh, that.
“Does it really matter?” I think out lou
