ONE MONTH LATER
Chuck gives me a chaste kiss and steps out of the bed. He picks his boxers and jeans from the floor and slips them on.
“You are leaving already?” I ask disappointment evident in my voice. I sit up and support my back with the headboard, looking at him zip his jeans.
We are in my bedroom. He has been spending a lot of time here and I won’t lie. I like it this way. It makes me feel like all this is going somewhere. It’s not just having fun. I'm serious and he is too.
“Yes baby. I'm having dinner with my family.” He picks his t-shirt and shrugs it on then sits on the edge of the bed.
“Will be back later.” He takes my hand in his and kisses the knuckles.
“I will miss you.”
“I will miss you too. I don’t know what this dinner is about but I want to find out.”
“Hope all is
