Chapter Four
We were curled up on my small couch, watching a chick flick she insisted on, with her head on her shoulder. I had my arm wound around her waist, looking down to her eyes. We both jumped as her phone shrilled, she sat up immediately and dug it out from her pocket. She smiled briefly at me as she flicked the answer button and raised it to her ear.
“Oh, hey Mark,”
Great... Her boy toy was probably wondering why her legs weren’t wrapped around his waist.
“No, no, I’m just hanging out with Feya,” her voice raised slightly, her eyebrows pulling together in worry over the raised voice coming through the speaker.
“Mark, calm down, I’ll come right home now,”
I sighed and slumped back in the couch, raising my eyebrows as I looked at her. She presses the end button and stared at he
