The Bad Idea

Epilogue

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A few weeks (and movie nights) later....

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Aubrey

Tonight was another movie night at Eli's.

Eli lived in a loft down in Korea Town, and I was really surprised at how organized and clean his place was the first time I ever stayed over. The building he was in was old, brick and ancient brass hardware, but it gave the place a really cool feel.

He had a really big, plush couch with lots of pillows on it. A huge TV and a large framed painting of something abstract and colorful that really drew me in. There was a king sized bed in the corner, and a kitchen with much nicer appliances than I had.

The first time I stayed here, I was so fucking pissed off at him.

Why in the hell hadn't we done our movie nights at his place this whole damn time?!

I was planning to move out of my apartment soon... My friends in the black lowrider may have been put away for the time being, but they knew my name. I would bet, with money that I didn't have, that if they ever got out they'd try to fucking find me. I wasn't taking chances.

So I told my roommate, and it turned out my hunch was spot on -- he was moving in with his girlfriend Jessica next month. I had thirty days to find a new spot and figure out what to do with myself.

Eli started messing around the kitchen while I picked out a movie, cutting up onions and mushrooms...

I hadn't realized he intended to make us dinner.

He told me it was something gross and vegan, smirking, and I ended up in the kitchen with him feeling pretty useless as I peeled potatoes.

Eli gave me a kiss on the head every time he walked around me in the kitchen, and on the fifth time he did it I turned around to pull him into my arms while he held a bottle of olive oil and a spatula in his hands.

I told him with a huge smile that I loved him, because I really couldn't have told him enough. Love was not a strong enough word. There was no word, in any language, for what I felt for Elijah Cruz.

He hugged me back despite his hands being full as he smiled against my face... Eli reminded me that he loved me, too, and that I was dumb if I ever forgot. That he loved me so much, forever. That I should actually maybe be a little fucking afraid of him, for how much he loved me...

And then he laughed at himself and said something in Spanish I didn't understand.

I laughed and he kissed me on the temple, whispering in my ear that he wasn't ever going to let me leave his loft. That he'd lured me here to trap me with vegan food and a musical, and that I was now his prisoner, and that they were probably going to make a Netflix documentary about him one day.

He licked the side of my face from my chin to my temple.

I laughed my ass off, falling into his chest while he feigned offense that I wasn't taking him seriously.