8|Small Circle

~Viviana~

Since moving here to Spain, my day begins and ends with thoughts of how I would help mom. We would wake up before the crack of dawn; she’d busied herself baking while I took over the customer area of Sweet Bits.

Now, however, another thought is running through my head as I clean up tables while waiting for customers to come in. Roman.

When he drove me home last night, we kissed some more in his car. Mom was already asleep when I stepped inside, and I hadn’t told her about Roman’s invitation for the weekend.

I told Roman that mom wouldn’t allow me to spend the weekend with him in the heat of the moment. In reality, I was the one who was skeptical about his invitation.

The attraction between us was explosive. It’