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“Couples that stay in this room often fall in love.”
“I’m definitely going to need another room then.”
She sits up, turning her attention towards me. “So, spill it,” she demands. “What's the story?”
I shrug nonchalantly, attempting to downplay the situation. “There's really nothing to tell.”
Ginny shakes her head, seeing right through my deflection. “Don't bullshit a bullshitter, darling. You're here with Kaan. The legendary rock god himself. And you two are sharing this massive bed!” She emphasizes the enormity of our sleeping arrangement.
“Believe me, it's not by choice.”
Ginny's eyes widen, curiosity overtaking her. “Why not?”
I hesitate for a moment before finally revealing the truth. “Kaan has some legal issues back in London—” I start, but Ginny interrupts me.
“You might be surprised, but we do get the news here too,” she says, her tone both teasing and reproachful. She turns onto her side, facing me directly. “As one of my closest friends, I would have expected you to update me about this little development instead of me stumbling upon it on the internet.”
“I called you. A lot!”
“Like I said it’s been crazy.”
“I know you’ve been busy, and I didn’t want to burden you with my drama.”
“You are no burden, Meg, and we both know that this is the type of drama I live for!”
“Sorry.” A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. “But in any case, it seemed like the right decision for him to take a break, even if just for a few days.”
Ginny nods, contemplating her words. “He does seem like a decent guy.”
“He is.”
“You know… it was you that helped me believe in a happily ever after. I’m getting mine, even after everything that’s happened.”
Her voice trails off and I scramble across the expanse of the bed to embrace her. “How are you doing?”
“I'm good.” Ginny sniffs lightly, trying to hold back her emotions. “We're good. The doctor says we can try again.”
My heart aches for her, and I reach out to gently hold her face in my hands. “Oh, my darling.”
Ginny's eyes well up with tears, and I pull her back into a tighter embrace, offering solace and support. “I'm so sorry.”
Through her tears, Ginny manages a small smile. “I'm good, grand in fact. Truly, I am.”
“I'm glad.”
“Enough talking about the past because I can’t go back out there with tears running down my face.” She waves her hands in front of her face. “Let’s just talk about your happily ever after, instead.”
“There can’t be a happily ever after with Kaan.”
“Why not? Because he’s famous? Who cares? I’m marrying someone who is famous but he still leaves the toilet seat up. Fame doesn’t mean anything. It’s who the person is that matters.”
“That’s not why we can’t be together.”
“Listen, I wasn’t going to bring this up, but since you mentioned it,” Ginny pauses as if to choose her words carefully. “I was talking to Courtney earlier—”
“Courtney is hardly the person to talk to about relationships.”
Ginny studies me, her expression contemplative. I can practically see the cogs turning in her head. “You’ve slept with him?”
