Not The Only One || Cheather
Heather started to laugh. Good one. David seemed like her boyfriend, he was always there, doesn’t brother to see her naked, takes care of her when she is sad or sick, takes her to bed when falls asleep on the couch, sends her messages when he doens’t sleep home, and she does the same. The only difference is that she does breakfast and he doesn’t. “Yeah, my almost boyfriend, but he’s not there now.”
He was starting to get out of the car until she said he wasn’t there. Well, they’re just friend, her boyfriend wouldn’t worry. “Great.” After arriving at her building, “Stay there,” he left the taxi and opened her door. “Here,” he gave the money to the taxi.













