“I just don’t think it’s a good idea”. He sat on the edge of our bed while I finished getting ready.

“It’s dinner and drinks with my friends”.

“I don’t think you should go”.

“Come with us”. I slipped my arms into my leather jacket. “It can be like old times”. I bent down and placed a kiss on his lips.

“I think you need more time. Your face is still swollen and I’m sure you’re still in pain”.

A sigh fell from my lips as I sat down beside him. “Yes, ...