CHRIS: Fine. Let me know when you’re ready to “do this.”
I drop my phone on the mattress and groan. “Fuck.”
I shriek and sit up, my heart already thundering in my chest before I realize it’s just Anton.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles.
“It’s okay, I was just… I didn’t hear you come in,” I say.
When I don’t volunteer anything else, he walks over and sits down next to me. “He doesn’t approve of us, does he?”
“Is that a problem for you?” Anton asks.
I look up at him. “I wish I could be the kind of person who doesn’t care.”
“But you do.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Your parents will come around.”
“Margaret and Thomas said the same thing,” I tell him.
“They’re right. And as for Chris, there might be another reason he’s against our situation.”
“He’s in love with you.”
