“I’ll heat the soup up.” She laughed as we walked to the kitchen. “You can impress me with your grilled-cheese-making skills.”
“Well, you know I have so many skills. I don’t want to be showing off all of them.”
“I think it’s okay.” She patted me on the arm. “I think you won’t get a big head.”
“I’m not going to say what I was going to say because you’re a lady.” I winked at her and she punched me in the arm.
“You’re a pervert.”
“And you love that about me.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” she said, her eyes softening as she looked at me. I laughed, my eyes taking in every detail of her face. The curve of her lips, so luscious and pink, the twinkle in her eye as she gazed at me in something akin to delight. Her skin was glowing and I could see just how happy she was. In fact, my whole body could feel it, because I felt the same way. We were just so at ease. Our spirits flowed together. It felt natural being with Mila. She was the only person I ever truly felt comfortable with. She made me feel like I could just be me. All of me, in every way. There was no facade. There was no trying. I could tell my goofy jokes. I could be rude, fun, silly, sad, quiet, whatever and she always got me. I’d never really thought about that before. I’d never really thought about just how easy it was with her.
“What do you want to do later?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Maybe talk about the business stuff?” She made a face. “Exactly what I’m doing as your four-week fiancée?” she asked me and looked into my eyes so earnestly that I felt my heart stop for a few seconds. It always came back to this. While sometimes I could forget exactly what we were doing, I knew I could never really forget. Not when the truth of the matter was so very dark and deep. My heart sank and I could feel my energy sapping as I realized that this comfortable feeling with Mila might soon be something of the past.
“Eh, do we want to talk about business?” I asked her lightly, my heart sinking.
“I guess not.” She shrugged. “What about Cody and Barbie? Do you know what’s going on with them?”
“What do you mean what’s going on?” I opened the fridge door to take out the bread, butter and assortment of cheeses.
“Are they still seeing each other?” she asked curiously.
“I didn’t know they were seeing each other,” I said carefully, studying the cheese packets closely.
“Well, they had sex.” Mila sounded disgusted. “So I’m curious if that’s still going on? I wanted to have Cody and Sally over for dinner, but not if he’s going to bring that ho.”
“Are you trying to match-make them?” I looked at Mila then. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, Cody seems to be all over the place right now.”
“Sally is too good for Cody.” Mila made a face. “He’s my brother and I love him, but when he had sex with Barbie, I could have killed him. She’s such a skanky bitch.”
“Mila.” I shook my head at her.
“What?” She glared at me. “It’s true. And I blame you for bringing her that weekend.”
“It’s not my fault that Cody slept with her.” I really didn’t want to talk about this. The more we talked about Barbie, the worse I felt. Mila didn’t know how I really knew Barbie and, at this point, even if I wanted to tell her I couldn’t. There had been too many lies. Too much deceit. I knew that Mila wouldn’t understand, especially seeing as I couldn’t tell her everything that was going on. But I also knew that she would find out eventually. Eventually the truth would come out and everything around me would come crashing down.
My stomach churned as I thought about how Mila would react when she learned the truth. I could already see the pain and hurt in her eyes, maybe even anger and hatred. She’d never forgive me. That I knew for sure. And I didn’t know if I’d ever forgive myself either. But I’d come so far. Too far. I was in it now. I was a man of my word. I had to follow through.