Darling
For a few weeks now, Philippe has been asking me to go for coffee, and I was tempted to accept, but then I realized that the childish guy is doing it because he knows I'm interested in him.
I can't deny I loved the feeling of his lips that night, but that wasn't the way I wanted my first kiss with him. I wanted it to be romantic, with him telling me he likes me as much as I like him, but no, the i***t just went for it because he thought I wanted that kiss.
"Darling, I'm going out for lunch," Tara says with a slight blush on her cheeks, and I immediately guess who she's going with. I've seen Miguel around here several times; at least someone here has their feelings returned.
"Go ahead, Tara, don't worry, I'll have lunch at a nearby restaurant, alone," I pout. Most of the time,
