𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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Sitting on the sofa with my bowl of fancy avocado salad in hand I watch as Miles takes a bite of his sandwich from the opposite side of the couch. I have been watching him for a while, glimpsing in his direction every few minutes to try and figure out what might be going on in that brain of his.
He is a lot harder to figure out than any other person I have ever met, and I have met a lot of people. It's like he is always in control of what he is willing to give away, you can tell when he is angry or just being playful, maybe even uncomfortable but that's as far as you get. He keeps the rest hidden, which sounds exhausting if I'm being honest but I guess we all work in different ways.
What I did notice is that he watches me too, I'm not alone on this, from time to time our eyes meet and for a few seconds we hold eye contact, but neither one of us is brave enough to say something about it. It's like we have a silent pact in which we both decide to act as if nothing ever happened. However, I feel like there's something he knows that I'm not aware of, something that may be the reason we are where we are right now.
It had to be that night after the party, that night when he took me to bed and removed my makeup. I must have said something or done something that changed everything but no matter how hard I try to remember I never do. Maybe it's my brain protecting me from the truth, maybe for some reason, I have yet to understand fate doesn't want me to discover what happened that night.
Or maybe nothing happened and I'm just overthinking. Maybe we have simply reached the point of being okay with each other's company because we know we can't have it any other way. Maybe this is how it is supposed to work between us, in silence, wondering what or if we did something wrong.
Maybe Doctor Parker was right and Miles Russo is driving me crazy for totally different reasons than I initially thought.
No, this can't be how we work.
"Can I ask you something?" I break the silence with the simplest of questions yet it feels as if I had just said the most controversial thing ever.
And Miles, who was just about to take another bite of his sandwich stops mid-air. Slowly moving his attention from his food to me.
"Of course." Reaching the glass coffee table directly in front of the sofa he sets his sandwich down and takes his water bottle but he doesn't drink from it he simply holds it against him.
"That bracelet, I have noticed that you always wear it and that you constantly reach for it, sometimes it looks like you aren't even aware of it," I say as I look down at the gold bracelet around his right wrist.
"That's not really a question is it?" He asks, a small smile making its way into his face.
"More like an observation, I guess." I smile too, relieved that we finally released some tension. "Asking you what it meant of the blue felt a little invasive," I admit, focusing back on the way his hands are tightly gripping the water bottle.
