Paris
After eating breakfast with Chance, he drove me home. I hadn't noticed my grandmother watching us from her living room window. I stood in Chance's arms as he kissed me. I didn't want him to let go.
How fuc.king needy have I become?
But I can't deny that I'm hooked on him. Chance waved at my grandmother, making her blush in shame, which made me laugh. He kissed me once more before leaving me there.
Of course, my grandmother was a little too excited when I walked through the door. She spoke so fast that she tripped over her words more than once.
I obviously told her Chance, and I hadn't done anything we shouldn't have done. That I had stupidly gotten drunk and Chance picked me up, and that I only slept at his place because it was too late for him to bring me home.
Needless to say
