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I can’t help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm, but a pang of guilt tugs at my conscience.
I reach out and gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear, my voice filled with both gratitude and conflict. “Thanks.”
As my words hang in the air, Marrisa approaches us, her eyes glistening with unspoken jealousy. Vio realizes what she’s done. I’m guessing her joy took a hold of her. Not that I mind, but at the same time I do.
My brain is going in every direction. It’s as if it’s a huge pile of goop that I won’t be able to put back together.
Marrisa stands there, silent yet demanding answers, and my heart sinks further.
The weight of my actions settles heavily upon me, realizing that I have hurt someone I didn’t want to hurt in the first place.
Women know, they can tell, and in this moment, I wish they were as dumb as men.
Taking a deep breath, I turn to Marrisa. Her face changes instantly. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” She envelops me in a hug that leaves me surprised.
Marrisa’s gaze softens, as she pulls back and then kisses me.
What the actual fuck?
“Thanks,” is all I can say.
Apparently, that’s all I can say at this moment.
I want to scream because it’s all fucked.
“I was thinking we could all go to dinner to celebrate your win,” Marrisa tells me and then looks at Vio.
Hell no.
Fuck, how am I supposed to say no without it looking suspicious?
“That sounds like a great idea.” How the fuck did that come out of my mouth? “My girlfriend and best friend should get to know each other.”
“Hey! I thought I was your best friend,” Ale chimes in and I look at her.
She might just become exactly what I’m looking for.
“You know you’ll be in my heart forever, but it seems like your best friend is giving you a run for your money.”
Ale rolls her eyes. “Traitor!”
“You want to know how you can make it up to me?” I pout.
“It’s you who needs to make it up to me,” Ale responds back.
“Well, if you want to spend some quality time with your best friend, why don’t you come with us to dinner?” I look at her with hope in my eyes.
I am assuming she sees my face of pure desperation because she doesn’t put up a fight.
“Fine, but by the end of this dinner, I better be back in that best friend position.”
My shoulders literally sag visibly in relief. “Thank you,” I mouth.
“You owe me,” she mouths back where Marrisa can’t see her lips move.
“Perfect. I guess we’re going to a full dinner tonight. Babe, you can pick wherever you want,” I tell her, but the word babe makes me cringe internally.
“You know I go to the most expensive places.”
