The Monster's Nemesis
Absently and quite often, she would reach out and touch the rose gold band around her throat: a benevolent, but sexiest nonetheless, collar, gifted by none other than Marco.
It was so evident that she was missing him, and so annoying that she stubbornly disagreed. On top of that, some poor man’s Linkin Park rock music was blasting from my speakers. When did my choice in music get so terrible? On the next red light, I turned it off and tried to be conversational.
“So, are we going to pretend that you are not being weird again?” I asked.
“Shut up, look ahead and drive, Dominic,” she deadpanned, pointing at the green signal.
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