Chapter 4

"Marlee, I've been thinking about you."

He yanked at his tie, barely able to walk straight, obviously drunk.

But his eyes were still shining, clear and bright just like the night he stole my first kiss when I was twenty.

Jonas was just pretending to be drunk.

I suddenly felt so over it. He was pulling the same stunt on me twice.

Who did he think I was?

Was I an idiot?

"Jonas, do you really think this is fun?"

"We're done."

Jonas stopped dead in his tracks.

His voice was clear again as he leaned against the wall, impatience…