Yes, we were those people now. We had drinks in the middle of the day to take the edge off. I still didn't trust him for shit though.
"Exactly six weeks from now. You'll have your meet then," I said, keeping my cool by making statements instead of asking questions.
I took the glass from him, always waiting for him to drink first before I followed suit.
Five weeks from now, I'd have my girlfriend back and we could discuss the best way to go about this. We would have time to prepare.
"Fine. Six weeks. Not a second longer," Luca agreed. "Now get out of my house."
Having bought Stacy the time she so desperately needed, I decided to call it a day early and check in on her. This time wasn't like last semester. She didn't want to fuck constantly. Instead, she brought up therapy a lot, telling me how much it helped. She was six sessions in and seemed calmer for it.
