Chapter 29-1. the llamas

MARLEY studied the way his varsity jacket sat. She frowned at how baggy it was on her, wondering if she should wear her own so she doesn't look like she gained fifty pounds since he left. "You haven't even left the apartment yet, have you." Marley tapped her fingers against the back of her cellphone pressed to her ear, sighing. "I just...I want to...I'm trying to look a little more presentable before I'm in public, Max. Sue me." Or, she wants to look more presentable before she's grovelling for forgiveness from a man who is totally out of her league regardless of what jacket she wears. Max chuckled. "You and Jacob drive me crazy with that exact same tendency you've always had to obsess over every little thing." Marley smiled down at her shoes, basking in that moment. "It's nice," she admitted quietly, "Hearing you talk about him in a happy way." "I wish I could think about him like that, like he was," Max's voice broke. "But all I see