CHRIS'S POV

“What time will you be home today?” I asked, pretending like my heart wasn't racing while I packed toast and eggs for her.

She was still staring at me with a dirty eye, applying her lipstick. “None of your damn business.”

I should apologize for last night, and agree that I was disgusting. But not this time.

“Right. Have a nice day,” I muttered, stretching her bag to her.

She snatched it from me like she didn't want me to touch her stuff. “Useless…”, She muttered under her breath, loud enough so I heard before she walked out, her boots clicking.

Fucking finally.

Less than ten minutes later,...