“My lovebird,” I thought as I watched him sleep. I didn’t know how I had gotten so lucky to have him in my life. We had run into each other at an art gallery the year before and had run into each other a few times since then. He asked me out after meetups, but I was a little wary. He reminded me of all those jocks I went to high school with. He was just short of my expectations when he didn’t pop the collar on any of his shirts.
I agreed to meet him at the newest art opening last year and here we are. I was pleasantly surprised when he treated me well and didn’t push me to go any farther than I was ready for. The last guy I dated almost put me in the hospital before I pulled myself together.
Now Joseph was here and I prayed every day he wouldn’t find out what skeletons I have in the closet. Why I couldn’t have him stay at my house and why I always stay at his place. Or why I can’t introduce him to my family or my friends from high school. If Joseph ever finds out that my ex-boyfriend is dead because of me, I know he will leave me. And he will turn me into the police if he finds out my name is Ashley and not Natasha. Natasha doesn’t have a warrant out for her arrest.