I’m good.”
I stared directly into her dark brown eyes, assessing her situation while the corpse of my relationship was still cooling in my apartment. Make me your fucking whore. “I’m… sorry?”
“Yeah,” I said. I imagined proposing to her when she finished moving here.”
“Damn, dude,” he said. A childhood, two more half-siblings, and a college education later, I found myself in New York working as a financial analyst for a firm. I shook my head and glanced up at him, trying hard not to look as miserable as I felt. She was creative, imaginative, and exciting… everything a man could have asked for in a girlfriend. Hell, better than good!”
“We were. Now, we were entertaining the idea of her moving to New York so we could be closer; it was a serious step toward something more permanent between us. I started down the hallway toward the elevator when a head poked out of the apartment across from mine, almost crashing into me. You were moving! I reached up with my other hand and wrapped it around her throat.
