Chapter 28 A Game Of Control

• For a second, I just stare at the screen, my heart doing a funny little skip at the sight of Ric standing there with a bouquet. Then I remember my phone that’s lying on my bed — his last text being: How about tonight? Do you think you could welcome me into your house standing all naked behind that door?
• I glance over my shoulder at Chris, who’s comfortably sipping his wine, a warm smile lingering on his face as he watches me with easy curiosity. “Who is it this late?” he asks, making me look over to the clock on the wall. It’s 8pm. Chris has been here for almost 2 hours.
• How time passes when you’re having a good conversation.