So Wrong. Part 19

My mom sent me an e-mail, telling me she missed me and she didn’t want to be involved in the fight with Chloe. She said she was disappointed in my actions and that it was going to take a long time for her and Dad to get over it. She suggested it would be best if I didn’t come over for Sunday dinner. I thought it best, too. I was also sure Chloe would be over the house, and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

We made a step towards reconciliation, but I knew things would never be the same. It would take a time for my mother to accept I was serious about being with Patrick, and that Patrick was serious about me.

I heard my apartment door unlock and open. I smiled. I gave Patrick a key to my apartment a few days before. It was stupid to have him knock every time he came over, which was a lot.

Long, warm arms wrapped around my waist. “Nice heels.”

I grinned but then thought about how they were a present from Chloe. “Thanks,” I said softly, moving out of his