That tiny swell of hope that had sprung up watching the proposal died a slow, agonizing death, bleeding out at my feet in a heap of regret.
Samantha: Then stop putting things where I can’t reach them.Holy shit, is that… Parker’s head whipped back to the road. Is that a smile?
What’s different about you? You almost seem…happy? Mia added in.Happy? Everything in me locked down, like I’d been caught stealing, or worse…cheating. Sam’s face flashed through my mind, the way she’d fit perfectly against me on the bathroom floor, the softness of her skin setting fire to mine, and the scent of vanilla. That was ludicrous. Yes, I had…something for Sam, but it could hardly be considered cheating, right? I rolled up the window and focused on blinking brake lights as we crawled through the Memorial Day influx of tourists. Nothing’s different.Who’s Samantha? Mia prodded, digging in.
No one you need to worry about, imp. Just one of my roommates. I regretted the words the moment they were out of my mouth.You live with a girl? Is she pretty? Nice? Mia leaned forward so her head was between mine and Parker’s.
My jaw flexed as I gritted my teeth. Yes, yes, and yes.
It means nothing, Mia. She’s just a roommate. Keep telling yourself that.I scrubbed the surface of the counter, taking out a stain like I could do the same with the last five years. Yeah, I’ve heard that’s a thing now.
Call waiting beeped, and my shoulders softened. Hey, Miranda, that’s Mom. I have to go. Congrats on the girl, and I’ll catch you later, okay?I’ll give Grace your best.
Tell her I’ll see her soon. Two weeks.I clicked over, hitting speaker, and rested the phone on the counter as I took ingredients out for dinner.