How could I stay mad at him?
"Oh baby, don't be mad with me," Javi croons in a mock-sad voice as I angrily fumble with the door to our apartment. After a long, drawn out number of seconds, I finally manage to get the key turned and I throw the door open, breaking through the threshold. I pitch my bag across the room and it lands upside-down on the floor, its contents spilling out. I don't care, though. The only...Read On