“So what’s happening with you and your hot bodyguard?” Sarah asked me with a teasing smirk. We were in her bedroom collecting all of my belongings that she had kept for me.
“Shh,” I hushed her, knowing Hunter was waiting in the living room and might hear her.
Sarah rolled her eyes at me playfully. “Alright,” she whispered. “So what’s going on?”
“Honestly,” I replied quietly. “I’m not even sure.” We hadn’t exactly defined our relationship.
“But something is going on?” she asked me.
“Yeah,” I admitted with a sheepish smile. “It’s been such a short amount of time, but I really like him Sarah,” I told her, while I piled my paintings together. I had packed them into thin boxes to transport them from Yale, so they were all safely packed to take them to Kingsley’s apartment.
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