Dodie's POV
I've been pacing for the past 20 minutes. I'm so bloody nervous.
what's she going to say?
does she still love me? like, actually love me?
My anxious thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. My eyes widened and my heart rate quickened, the same things that happened when she kissed me for the first time.
I turned to look at my self in the mirror making sure I looked presentable. Taking a deep breath I walked to the front door, slowly unlocking it.
I stop breathing for a second when I opened the door. There she was. Right here, standing right in front of me.
my girl.
