Cynthia POV

Sitting on the edge of the bed and fondling with my fingers as I feel my heart pounding hard against my chest, many questions run through my mind, and I can only get more nervous. Now that I'm here, I'm kinda regretting why I came here in the first place. Although he's my boyfriend, I'm not sure that I want to do this with him yet, not when he told me that he doesn't love me.

"Should I just tell him that I want to go home?" I ask myself, but quickly dismiss the thought since it's crazy.

The shower suddenly stops in the bathroom, and my heart...