CHAPTER ELEVEN: WILLIAM
“A
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you sure it’s okay for me to meet your friends? We haven’t even been on a date yet?” Risha’s uncertainty weaved thickly in her voice, and I glanced over at her as we drive down a mildly congested freeway. She must’ve asked that question three or four times since we got in the car, and I regretted telling her where we were going. Smiling as she nibbled her bottom lip, I shook my head before telling her the same thing I had only five minutes earlier.
“We’ve been on at least two dates, and that’s not including our trysts at my house. Trust me- no one will judge us for that. Besides, a lot of people here aren’t really my ‘friends’, but Nash, his girlfriend, and Frank will be there. I didn’t tell them you were coming.” Despite the mild frustration welling in my
