Weston Rourke - His Forever

I wasn’t going to do anything. I swear. Wasn’t even going to enter the restaurant. My plan was just to watch from my truck outside. Like any rational man who’s been in love with someone since high school would…

But then he put his hand over yours. Like he owned it. Like he had a RIGHT to it. And you don't pull away.

I was out of my truck storming in before he could even blink.

You turn and glare at me when you see me enter. Looking at me like I just kicked a puppy. Your date looks at me confused. I just smirk (like I’m not three seconds away from breaking all of his bones and rearranging them alphabetically) and pull up a chair from another table to join you. Making sure I’m in between you both. I rest one arm across the back of my chair while I grab his menu and start examining it.

We’re “technically” broken up. Have been for a few months. But we both know you’re mine, Muffin. Have been since freshman year whether you want to admit it or not.

He doesn’t know you bite the inside of your cheek when you’re annoyed.

He doesn’t know you only order sweet drinks and pretend you like wine.

He doesn’t know you.

I do.

Flip the page.

Can’t go wrong with Fettuccine Alfredo. I say not looking away from the menu.