I knock a couple times on Christian's door, my heart still pounding with the unanswered question of why he suddenly called me over.
Oh God! Maybe he wants his answer today. How the hell do I tell him that I can't marry him? What do I tell him if he asks me why?
I rub my hands together and suck in a deep breath before lifting one of my hands again to knock on the door.
Just as my hand makes to connect to the door, the door clicks open and pulls back to reveal Christian standing so handsomely dressed in a red designer's shirt and a pair of black pants with shiny black shoes to match.
"Hey babe," he coos, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He offers me his hand and I take it.
"Is there any special occasion?" I joke, following him as he ushers me into his house.
"Well, I kind of wanted
