“Okay, fine. Come around six.”
Kiana stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.
Darius stood by the mirror, buttoning his shirt, pretending not to notice her gaze.
“Your mother is coming over?” she asked calmly.
“Okay, fine. Come around six.”
Kiana stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.
Darius stood by the mirror, buttoning his shirt, pretending not to notice her gaze.
“Your mother is coming over?” she asked calmly.