Chapter 47

• "Don't go to New York," he murmurs against my shoulder, leaving a kiss.
• "I have to go, Chris, my mother is counting on it."
• I get out of bed, leaving Christian sitting, I bend down to pick up his white shirt to put it on and button it up. My mother had made me promise to visit her at Christmas when I went to New York a few months ago. The problem is that because of my brother, I had to buy tickets to go the following week, and then we would make the Christmas visit.