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It wasn't loud, but yet I still heard it. I was waiting for it. I was waiting for him to knock and tell me what I already knew. I sighed, I didn't have energy to call for him to enter so he knocked again, this time as a warning before coming inside.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"For what? You didn't do anything to be sorry about," he assures me.

"I wanted to be there for you, truly," I cry.

"I know." he walks up to the bed where I laid with the pillow to my face. "And you will be." He smiles at me.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I ask. Maybe I had misheard, those things can happen to just about anyone.

"Let's just say my persuasion skills are much better than yours," he teases as he smirks.

"So she said yes?" I ask, still not certain, but then he nodded. I jumped up from the bed with joy as I lunged for his neck to give him a hug. He holds me in position as we both fall on the bed.

"Oops," I laugh. He unwraps himself from my hold and stands up. I raise my eyebrow in response.

"Don't want all my hardwork to go down the drain if your mom happened to walk in with me on your bed," he explains himself. He was right, that would just make everything worse.

I leave my bed and grab the duffle bag from the floor. I removed all the clothes that I had in there from the weekend trip. "So how did you end up convincing her?" I ask curiously.

"Well..." he scratches his head as he looks up to hold my gaze. "I told her about my daughter being in the hospital," he says.

"You're joking right?" I ask. I knew my mom, and I won't hear the end of this for the rest of my life. But she actually said yes -- that was beyond her, or maybe not anymore.

"Should I be?" He asks, now unsure of himself.

"I guess not, I just thought that would make her more hesitant to let me go," I tell him.

"There's less than two hours left and our ride to the airport is at least forty-five minutes long," he reminds me. I return back to throwing clothes in my bag. I wasn't sure if I needed a bathing suit, we weren't going on a vacation. But it's Miami! My mind was right about that -- they are known for their beautiful beaches and it wouldn't hurt having a bikini for just in case."

"Not to many clothes, Rossita," he lets me know.

"Why not?" I turn to look at him.

"We're only going for three days."

"What? I thought it was for the whole week," I pout.

"That was the deal with your mom." I nod. I understood, and three days wasn't all that bad. I turn to my duffle and throw the unnecessary t-shirts that I had thrown in there. They say you can never have too many t-shirts, but as of right now...I needed less, not more.

I zip my bag close and turn to look at him. "I'm all done," I say proudly.

We both walk down the stairs side by side, with him holding onto my duffle bag although I told him I would be fine carrying it. We make our way to the front door and mom's voice stops him from opening the door. We both turn to look at her.

She pulls out a card and hands it to me. "You can't leave without your ID, you should know that at least," she says. I take it from her as I thank her.

"Bye mom."

"Don't forget to text every hour," she reminds me and my mouth drops. I wasn't actually serious about that, she should know this.

"Mom," I groan and she laughs. "I knew it," she tells me. "Text when you arrive and text me once every day." I nod, that was a fair enough bargain.

"We'll be leaving now, Ms. Jenkins," Gomes tells my mom and she nods. He turns and opens the door.

"Prinse," she calls for him. "Don't get my daughter pregnant," she tells him so nonchalantly.

"Mom!" I scream as my face begins to flush. She turns to focus her stare at me. "Don't come back here pregnant, do you hear me?" She asks and I nod quickly, and as awkward as it was, I was glad that mom cared.

And although I've had this conversation with mom a million times, I sure as well didn't have it in front of my boyfriend. Boyfriend? Maybe I was reaching a little too high.

My Type of a Bad Boy

"I'm glad it worked it out." He turns to look at me. "You're here with me." He brings my hand to his lips as he kisses it. We pull into the parking lot of the airport. Cass jumps out from the back seat and heads to the driver's side as Gomes climbs out.

"Greet Holly and the baby for me," she tells her brother as she buckles her seatbelt. "See you when you come back, Rossita." She smiles at me and then we both watch as she backs out of the parking lot and disappears from sight.

We had twenty minutes to spare before the plane took off so I pestered him for some food.

He brought back with him two wrapped burgers and my stomach thanked him with a growl. I smile at him as he hands me mine.

I unwrap it and then turn to look at him. "Gomes?" I say disapprovingly.

"What? It's your favourite - beef burger."

"But I want chicken." I pout.

"You insured it the last time by saying it was alright. I don't think I can share my chicken burger with you anymore," he says. He unwraps his burger and takes a huge bite right in front of me.

"You're so mean," I tell him as he takes his second bite. He chuckles, bringing himself close to me as he brings the burger to my mouth. I give him my biggest smile as I open my mouth to devour the juicy burger.

"Now give me yours," he says, reaching for my uneaten burger but I wasn't about to have that. I quickly grab it and cover it with my chest.

"And you called me mean?" He raises his eyebrow and I burst into a fit of laughter.

"Love--" I took another bite to cover my slipup. I wasn't sure why I did that and he sure noticed because he composed himself and took out his phone.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks me and I nod.

Did I fuck up?

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