“What’s more important than life itself? If my mom asks you again, tell her I’m pondering about life.”
“About life? Or about destroying life?”
“Or that, too!”
Christopher let out a manly chortle upon hearing my response. For some reason, his presence made me feel at ease. Shortly afterward, we arrived at a clubhouse, and he helped me get inside.
The apartment I once called home is now an empty shell where I spend long nights wondering what kind of fresh hell is going to take place when Lyle gets back.
Christopher was probably related to the owner of the clubhouse, as he led me through the backdoor and went straight up to the members’ zone. I plopped down on the couch, too tired to lift a finger. As Zachary tried to make his way in, he was stopped by Christopher at the door. “Don’t be the awkward third wheel. Make yourself scarce.”
What a jerk. Zachary let out a long sigh. “You’re such a horrible friend,” he growled out before leaving the room.
When only the two of us were left in the private room, Christopher fetched me a set of clean clothes so I could get rid of my wet ones. Instead of turning around like a gentleman, the man just stared at me with unblinking eyes.
Feeling embarrassed, I finally broke the silence and gave him a nudge with my hand. “Can you please turn around? I’m trying to get changed.”
“Haven’t I already seen everything? Just get changed, or don’t come crying to me when you catch a cold tomorrow,” he said while scanning my body from head to toe.
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