For the first fifteen day's I managed to dodge him. On the day we were due to meet him. One of the days I faked illness. Childish, I know. But I wasn't ready to see him, one would call it hiding. I would call it self-preservation. Because I was craving him. Andre had texted a few times, to ask how I was. I didn't even know he had my number. But apparently he did. The first text had landed the day I hadn't turned up to meet them with my father.
Then this week I used the house as my excuse. The house was getting done quicker than I thought it would. My mother was a drill sergeant. So, I wasn't surprised. And I have to say, I was actually getting a little excited. Mum had literally done as she said, and she was making it a place that just felt so comforting and relaxing. I have even started
