The door creaks open, and instead of Tessa, her mum, or anyone else on the fucking planet that I’d rather see, it’s Noah. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say. When he tries to close the door in my face, I stop it with my boot. “Don’t be a dick.” I push the door open, and he steps back. “Why are you here?” he asks, his face etched in a deep scowl. I should be asking him why the fuck he is here. Tessa and I haven’t been separated three days, and here this asshole is, worming his way back into her life.
Dude
