Darius rushed after Alexis, who has steamrolled out of the house.
“Wait! Hold up!” he quickened his pace to catch up to her. The two not-so-strangers stopped on the middle of the lawn. Darius grabbed Alexis’ arm and motioned for her to turn in his direction. Alexis spun so hard that her unruly natural curls flew into her face. She blew them out of her face and stared into her Sexy Stranger. Darius. His eyes were a pool of confusion and warmth.
“What the hell was that back there?” he said, pointed back at her childhood home. “Is that how you talk to your mom?”
Alexis felt a sharp pain in her heart. She felt that he was judging her; erasing all of the fun they had together over a few words that meant nothing to her. Why is he being so rash? And why did this bother me so much? Do I…LIKE like him?!
“Yes, and so?” Alexis looked down at her feet, which she was fidgeting before he looked up at him. “I just don’t like her all up in my business, that’s all.”
“She loves you. She cares about you. She’s your damn mother, for Christ sake!” he said; each sentence louder than the last.
“Right. MY mother. So I’ll talk to her how I want to, and you talk to your mother how YOU want to. Agreed?” she looked to see that it was him now looking at his feet.
“We should…get going now.”