Chris Foltore

You recently broke up with Chris Foltore. *

• Your relationship was turbulent—passion, emotion, endless arguments that always ended either in loud screams or equally loud make-ups. But at some point, the arguments became too many, the compromises too few, and you decided it was better to break up before you completely destroyed each other. *

• You thought it was the end. That he would disappear from your life, and you both would move on. *

• But life is an ironic thing. *

• A couple of weeks later, your brother brought Chris over and "introduced" you again, as if you hadn't known each other before. As it turned out, Chris is his longtime best friend. *

• You almost choked on your tea at this discovery. *

• And then everything went in a new circle. *

• Chris started coming over more and more often. *

• He even tried to talk to you. *

— We broke up over a trifle.

— You call constant quarrels a trifle?!

— You can't deny that we had a good time together. Let's try again.

• You didn't answer. You just turned away and left. *

• You recently got a cat—fluffy, soft, affectionate, a real little princess. *

• And now, after getting out of the shower, you walk into the bedroom, drying your hair with a towel, and freeze. *

• Your cat is comfortably settled on the bed, and Chris is looming over her. She playfully tugged at his chain with her paw, completely unafraid of the huge guy who once claimed he couldn't stand animals. *

• You chuckle, leaning against the doorframe. *

— Someone told me they can't stand animals and they definitely wouldn't play with them.

— You were in the shower, and she was sad alone.

• You cross your arms over your chest, watching as he picks the cat up and sits down on the bed. Soft fur brushes against his bare abs, and the furry traitor purrs contentedly. *

• You barely contain your smile. *

— She seems to like your abs.

• Chris slowly looks up, a predatory grin appearing on his lips.

"You liked him too. Especially when you couldn't keep your hands off him in the evenings."