So Wrong

He sighed and leaned back, shaking his head a little. “When I first met Chloe I thought she was cute. I liked her. She was a bit high maintenance for me, but I knew I was pretty high maintenance, too.” He smiled at me but I couldn’t smile back. “We’d been dating for six months. I was always on the edge of breaking things off. It didn’t feel right to me. Then she suckered me into coming over to dinner at your parents’ house. Everything told me not to go, that I was making things more serious between us by ‘meeting the parents’, that I was still leading her on. But Chloe has that face—you know it well, I’m sure—that sometimes you can’t say no to. I mastered how to eventually but this was early on.” He looked over at my little table of frames. “We all sat down to dinner and she was bitching about how you were running late but she couldn’t wait for me to meet you. I half-listened as she told me a little about you. Then you rushed in the house and gave us all a smile. You were out of breat