Colton
Nicole, Liam and I were walking on pins and needles. It’s been 48 hours since John took the samples for the DNA test. We are all waiting for my phone to ring, or ping with an email or text. David is at work, so he was missing the tension at home, but I knew he was still stressed, because he kept texting me to see if there was any news. Every time he texted, everyone froze until I announced it was David.
Liam was holding Nicole on the couch. She was sitting between his legs on one of the chaise sides while his hand was underneath her t-shirt as he played with a n*pple. I don’t think either one of them really noticed. They both seemed pretty zoned out. I stared at them. They made a good-looking couple. Her with her creamy light mocha skin and dark hair with whiskey-colored
