“Okay,” he says, grabbing his keys from the floor.
We head over to the window and I open it up, pulling back the blinds for him. Before crawling out, he turns back to me, takes my face in his hands and plants a big kiss on my lips.
“Can I call you tomorrow?” he asks.
I nod.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Nothing’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” he says slowly, then he kisses me again before slipping out of the window. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t believe me. I don’t believe myself either.
