*Caterina*
I hung up the phone, annoyance brimming in every inch of my body. I hated the way Elio treated me like a child—not telling me where he wanted to take me, playing games with me, and dodging my questions, acting like I’d do anything he asked with no regard for my own choices.
And I hated how I fell for it every time.
Even the dad-like comments he threw in would set me off. Wear a jacket… really? Like I wasn’t an adult who couldn't be told what to wear? Like I didn’t know how to wear a jacket in the cold November air, even in California?
I huffed, setting my phone down as I glanced in the mirror. I had planned on staying in, so my hair was a bit of a mess, and I wasn’t dressed to go anywhere at the moment.
I didn’t know where he wanted to take me or why right then, but I had a sneaking suspicion and dread that he wanted to discuss the kiss. I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever, but I still didn’t want to talk about it.
