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“She is good. She says hi.”
He leaned closer to the table and took my hands.
“I have missed you,” he said softly, drawing small circles on the back of my hands with his thumbs.
I waited for the butterflies in my stomach and the sparks, but I didn’t feel anything. I guessed my feelings for him had died the night he proposed to Karen in front of me.
I had had my fair share of love. I wasn’t lucky in that department. All my relationships had been disastrous. I always fell for the wrong guys, guys I thought I could be happy with. No matter how awful they were, I kept going back because I thought I was going to meet the perfect guy. Grey was kinda it. He was the type of guy I wanted to get married to and hopefully start a family with, but our relationship had ended because of Tristan’s lies and somehow what I had done in the past.
Adrian was never meant for me. I was the type of person who fell easily. Sometimes, I wanted to rip my heart out for doing that. I wasn’t so sure about what was going on between Tristan and me, so maybe we were just two messed up people, confused about our feelings.
“Yeah,” I said, pulling my hands away.
“I’m sorry about that night. I thought you were already over your feelings for me.”
“I am now, so you have nothing to worry about.”
He nodded slowly, as if he understood why.
“How are things with Tristan?”
“Good.”
“I don’t want things to remain like this. I miss talking and laughing with you about everything. I’m sorry for the space I created in our friendship.”
“Seriously, Adrian, it’s all in the past, and I’m over it.”
“So, we are cool, and you promise you won’t run off again every time I come to visit?”
“I promise.” I laughed.
“Thank you.” He beamed, a genuine smile that made me feel better.
“When is the wedding?”
He laughed softly before answering. “Next year. Are you coming?”
“Weddings are now my worst nightmare, but I will think about it.”
We talked more before he left.
I watched the new episode of my favorite show,Good Girls. It was almost nine p.m., and Tristan was not back.
I told Morris I wasn’t hungry before I went up to my room. I had my bath and wore my pajama set. I tried to go to sleep but stayed awake for an hour, tossing from one edge of the bed to the other. I got down from the bed with a frustrated sigh. I walked around my room, stretching.
I was feeling hot and sweaty when I finished my little exercise, so I decided to go for a swim. I wore my black bikini and grabbed a towel. I stopped and looked at the mark on my back in the mirror.
Hideous mark.My mind looped the phrase again, striking me with stark sorrow.
I looked for a light top. I wore it over the bikini and left the room. The lights in the kitchen and living room were off. I went to the wine cellar and took one bottle of white wine and a wineglass.
I removed the top and entered the pool. The water was warm and soothing. I swam for a few minutes before pouring myself some wine. I sat at the edge of the pool, using my legs to play with the water.
I reached for my top when I saw Tristan walking toward the pool. He wore lounge pants that hung low around his waist and nothing above. I wanted to feel confident about my body and my scar, but I couldn’t. I slipped on the shirt and looked at the sky’s horizon. The moonlight reflected on the pool like a mirror. I admired the moon as it stood proudly in the sky between the darkness. Like the moon, I had my own dark side too.
He came to sit next to me. My eyes drifted to his legs that were now inside the pool. He had rolled up the legs of his pants to avoid wetting them. We sat in silence, only the sound of my legs dancing in the water.
“I know you’re still mad at me. I take full responsibility for everything I said that night and whatever I did last night to make you run away from your room.”
