Loveology

CHAPTER 112
"I'm sorry, Malcolm," you say as kindly as you can manage. "But I really can't attend."

"You're quite sure?" You nod in response, not trusting yourself to speak. "Very well, then." He leans away from you, and you miss the pressure and warmth of his hands on your own immediately. Unable to bear his presence any longer, you make up some excuse and hurry out the door, leaving Malcolm behind.

You have 1 choice: