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I don't want to burden the girls with my not so fun thoughts. We came here to have a good, relaxing night, and that's what I want to do.
"Bullshit," Aziza interjects, calling me out. "You can't hide anything from us, girl. You know that. When we checked into the motel the two of you didn't say a word to each other. Is something going on?"
Fuck. There isn't any way for me to get out of this.
Taking in a sharp breath, I reluctantly explain, "We haven't spoken since last night at the mixer. Some guy came up and got flirty with me. Ivar read into things too much. I was flirting back to get a good tip, then Ivar grabbed the guy and basically told him to scram. I got on Ivar about it, because I don't want him to act like that with anyone I date in the future. I wasn't even interested in the guy, it was just the precedence of it all."
Rayna's sea green eyes lock onto Aziza's, and then turn to mine.
I furrow my brows in confusion, trying to figure out what the hell they're silently saying to each other. Sometimes, I think these two are telekenetic.
"Are you completely oblivious?" Rayna asks, her voice laced with a mixture of concern and amusement.
I furrow my brows, "What?"
"It seems like you're blind as a bat," Aziza chimes in, her dark eyes studying me.
I'm completely off guard right now. "What are you guys talking about?"
"The reason Ivar got so possessive is because he likes you. Come on, you weren't born yesterday. If you ask me, he's liked you since he picked you up on the side of the road." Rayna explains, her expression growing serious.
A knot forms in the pit of my stomach as she takes me back to the first time we met.
"I'll bet that's why he got so upset about that guy hitting on you. He wants to be the one you date." Aziza speaks up, laying it all out on the table for me.
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Emotions swirl around inside my mind as I try to process what she's saying.
I'm about to respond when the lights begin to dim and the comedian we've traveled two hours to see comes out.
We table our conversation for now, but I'm sure we're going to end up picking it up later.
For the next two hours, we're completely absorbed in laughter, jokes, and witty banter. The drinks flow freely and add to our elevated mood. Every single person in here is having a great time, and so are we.
After the show, we decide to continue the night at a nearby club where we can dance and let loose even more.
We pay the entry fee at the door and step inside. Neon lights envelope us and the bass beats so hard it vibrates through our bodies.
The three of us head over to the bar, each of us ordering a different kind of margarita.
We settle down at a cozy table tucked away from the dance floor, all talking about how great the comedy show was.
At the first opportunity, Rayna clears her throat and looks at me seriously. "Do you like Ivar, or are you just sleeping with him?"
Her question catches me off guard. Of course I like Ivar, but I'm not sure if there's anything special between us, or if we're just very good friends.
We get along well and there's an obvious physical attraction. I can't deny it, the other night I felt a spark ignite between us. And, I think I've been doing everything I can to push it back.
He took me off guard the other night, showing me a tenderness I never expected from him.
Ivar made sure I was comfortable and safe, knowing how heavily the traumas of my past weigh on me.
Before I can respond, Aziza jumps in. "That could be too broad of a question. Do you have romantic feelings for him?"
I pause, taking a deep breath as I think about what the girls are asking me.
My mind races as I try to sort out the way I feel about him.
Swallowing hard, I start, "I do care about him. I just don't know what all that entails. I've . . . I've never been in love before, so it's hard for me to know."
