When Love Breaks by Jack

The playful tone in his voice was obvious.

Under the flickering shadows, Gregory leaned casually against a tree, his

cropped hair tousled across his forehead, the corners of his eyes curved

upwards, embodying a spirit of wild and carefree abandon.

It seemed lost on him how inappropriate it was to say such a thing to

someone he had met moments ago.

In the biting chill of the evening, I wondered what brought him out into the

yard.

I pocketed my phone, slightly on guard. “What brings you out here?”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t following you.” Gregory spoke with a lazy drawl, “It was

too stuffy inside. I needed some fresh air. Little did I know RiverCity folks

were so open.”

“It’s

seemed complicated.

too involved with.

lips and decided to be upfront. “Could you keep

now?”

work out in my favor. All would be for naught

Gregory spilled the beans.

changed the subject, “What’s

me?”

frowned. “In it for

straightforward. “I’m a man of

a little

I lingered, the more likely it was for Margaret to notice my

suspecting I’d been eavesdropping on their less-thanpublic

asked, “What do

yet.” He said, a smirk on his lips, “How

let you know once

agreed without a

might not even see each

could hold whom accountable?

at my thin black dress.

caught me off guard, and I replied almost

easier for me, sparing me the need to wait before