Rowena
Eric pulled his car up to the curb and put it in park. The two of us were silent for a moment, just watching the stream of partygoers trickle into the house, before he turned to me and placed his hand over mine.
“You know we don’t have to do this,” he said. “I’m more than happy curling up at my cottage and watching a movie.”
Although the offer was tempting, I shook my head. “They threw this party for you—to celebrate your return,” I replied. “You should at least make an appearance.”
Eric huffed and paused for a moment before nodding. “Alright. But I only want to stay for a little while.”
“What ever happened to that roguish playboy partier persona of yours?” I teased, nudging him with my elbow. “When I agreed to be your girlfriend, I didn’t think you’d start hating parties in th
