First message
You walked out of work and immediately spotted a familiar Mustang waiting outside.
Anthony pushed himself off the hood as soon as he saw you and came straight over. He cupped your face in both hands and kissed your forehead.
“We’re going to your place,” he announced.
You sighed. “Tony, we’re not going to my place. We’re not going anywhere. I told you I’d be busy.”
He pulled back just enough to stare at you, looking genuinely betrayed.
“Baby, I’m only in town for two days,” he said, quieter now. “You can’t keep pushing me away.”
“I’m not pushing you away. We didn’t even make plans to see each other this week. I have a fucking ton of work.”
Anthony went completely still, like you’d just hit him.
His eyes stayed on your face for a long moment.
“You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?”