Jack.
When I asked her for one more night, this wasn’t what I imagined. Sitting across from me, she wasn’t touching her food and was barely speaking to me. I wanted her at my place, so I pretended this would be our last time together, but there’s no way I’m letting her go that easily; I’m not crazy.
The picture she received was taken by my brother. He must have followed Abby and me to the coffee shop before we headed to the diner for food. She had kissed me while we were waiting for our names to be called for our coffee, and he clearly snapped the shot, but what the picture doesn’t show is me pushing her away and her pouting afterward.
Why didn’t I tell Anna? I don’t know. Maybe I liked seeing her jealous; maybe I wanted her to feel how I did when I walked in and saw them kissing. She c
