The Returning Ex

Sophia nodded. “Safe trip.” Then, she waited until Ian was gone from her sight before returning to her home, the smile having faded from her face.

When she came back, John was nowhere to be found. Sophia grumbled, “Why’d that jerk have to run around.” She went inside and called him, but there was no response.

Sophia looked up to see that the lights upstairs were turned on. Quickly, she went up and found John in her room, looking around beside her bed. She went inside, unhappy. “Why did you come to my room?”

John glanced back at her but said nothing. He was here to see if there was anything else besides her stuff, but the room was still the same. Even though he knew she wouldn’t date anyone else, with Ian being here, he had to check. If not, he’d feel concerned. Then, he went toward Sophia.

Sophia took two steps back and glared at him. “What do you want?”

Centimeter by centimeter, John closed their distance and leaned toward her. All it would take was for him to take one more step, and he would have kissed her. Sophia inched backward. “Why are you getting so close to me? This place is big enough for the both of us.”

are you blushing?” John

face turns red every time I

“You let him in even at this hour? Aren’t you

you in too, didn’t I?”

different from him.”

retorted. “You’re in the past,

back.” He nodded somewhat helplessly. The more I say, the more she snaps back. She

him coldly. “Why? I can’t talk

words. Most people would shut up when they argued with him, no matter how good