Tara couldn’t help but wonder whether Antonio truly was a good man or not. He had ties with the mafia after all, hardly great-boyfriend material. But there was no mistaking the pull that was entangling their futures together. There was also no denying how affectionate and caring he was to her. Did she really need to fret over what her mom had said? What did her mom know of him? Clearly, not enough.
But the problem was, she didn’t know him enough either, and yet had still slept with him.
“Earth to Tara,” Chloe snapped her fingers in front of her face. “What’s the point is us hanging out together if you can’t stop thinking about him?”
Tara blushed deeply, “Sorry about that.”
“So I got it right, huh? You were thinking about him?” Her friend scoffed.
“So what if I were?” Tara bit out
