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“The hell?” Grimacing, I rub the spot she just punched.
“That didn’t even hurt.” She rolls her eyes.
“It did. You sucker punched me,” I protest.
“Thatis for not calling me back in weeks. All I got from you was some short text responses.”
“I’m sorry.” I hate that my selfishness prevented me from being there for her when that asshole broke up with her. I should’ve known better.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
It’s my turn to return the half smile. “We’ll see more of each other once you bring your ass back home.”
Her hands go to her hips. “Is that an order?”
“Depends,” I quickly reply. “Are you going to follow it?”
Her lips morph into the cutest frown. “I’m not in the military.”
“Would you like me to beg?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“Yes, get down on your knees and beg,” she replies, laughing.
I start to move to the floor, but she grabs my arm.
“What are you doing?”
“What? You’ve never had a man beg you before?” My question charges the air.
A weighted silence falls around us. We stare into one another’s eyes. I find comfort in the honey coloring of her irises that I know so well from memory. My heartbeat speeds up just a notch when I notice the twitch of her lips that reveals she’s biting the inside of her cheek.
It’s one of her tells.
“I’ve missed the hell out of you, Mo.” My words come out slightly strained. “Move back home.”
CHAPTER2
Monique
“Hey, Monique, where does this box go?” my seventeen-year-old brother, Damian, asks, walking into my new condo carrying one of my large cardboard boxes.
“Um, it says ‘bedroom’ on the box,” my fifteen-year-old sister, Avery, says with a roll of her eyes. She’s so sassy sometimes.
“You can stick it in the main bedroom,” I tell Damian. “Thanks, bro. You don’t have to carry any more boxes. The movers will do it.”
“Like hell they will,” my dad’s voice booms through the door behind my brother. “He can be helpful. Especially, since he decided it was a good idea to get a ‘C’ in his physics class last semester.”
My dad eyes Damian, who’s named after him.
“Leave my baby alone,” my mother interjects, emerging from the hallway.
My entire family has come to help with my move, despite my father hiring the most expensive moving company in the city of Williamsport to bring my minimal amount of belongings from New York to my new place.
“You’re too easy on the boy,” my dad says.
“Like you aren’t the same way with Monique and Avery.”
“Hey,” my sister and I say at the same time. We both look at one another across the room and crack up laughing, because, yeah, it’s true.
