Aubrey
I am nervous as I drive up the long driveway that leads to Everett’s place. I have barely spoken to him. Once, while he was on his way home, but that has been it. I don’t know how tonight will go, how the conversation will go. I have no idea what mood he is in. He will still be stressed out. I come to a stop, taking a few deep breaths before getting out of the car.
I am surprised when I see Everett standing at the front door, waiting for me. He smiles as I approach and instantly returns it. Has his mood picked up?
“Hi,” I say, kissing him softly.
“Hello, beautiful,” he replies as we part from the kiss.
Everett reaches for my hand, leading me inside and locks up behind him. He doesn’t say another word and guides me to the living room, and we take a seat on the sofa. I notice
