I wanted to be honest with Cristiano. I wanted to tell him that what he did for me yesterday gave all of us a shock, but at the same time, I was thankful he defended me. Albeit not in a conventional way, it still meant he cared for my well being.
Except, I couldn’t. A part of me was still shy and unsure if what I thought he was feeling was sincere or if it was all a part of how or who he was - a player playing his game. Even with our intimate moments, I couldn’t decipher if they were really true or not.
Or maybe I did know… but I just didn’t want to admit it to myself because if or when I do, I’ll have to admit something else to myself too - that I might be feeling the same thing he was feeling towards me.
And I wasn’t ready for that.
“Cookies?! Yay!” Amber squealed as she took the
