It's been 4 days. Four days of nothing but torture. Ryle was still here. I would have loved his abscense more than his presence. Dario's been out more than Ryle's been in. I might have or might have not watched him enter the shower this morning—my defence, his door was actually not closes when I walked past it.
He's so cool and collected but so dangerous. I don't know. Ryle is bigger than Dario; yeah way bigger and now I feel like s**t comparing them in my head.
Emma and I sat; I held a glass of champagne. Best way to start the day.
“Should you be drinking that?” I asked her when the glass was already inches to her mouth.
She rolls her eyes.
“It would be bad for the baby.” I joke
“The baby should understand.” she laughs turning more into her glass.
“You know I actually feel like d
