BANG! BANG! BANG!
What the hell?
“Mia open the door!” A deep male voice echoed into the room.
I lift my head and bring myself to my elbows.
“Mia I need to talk to you.” The man’s voice was a little raw, but in a sexy way.
Rhys? Was I dreaming?
“Hold on a minute.” I yell back, confused.
I look down at myself. I’m wearing a black silk and lace top without a bra and long track pants. I grab the jacket I threw over the chair last night before I zip it up and head to the door.
“Yeah who is it?” I ask. Why doesn’t the damn door have a peep hole?
“It’s Rhys.” I didn’t even process what he had said. I heard his voice and immediately knew. I opened the door and threw myself to him.
He stood there motionless for a moment. But he soon relaxed and hugged me back. He’s so warm, as he tightens his grip around me. There’s no longer space between us. It’s just us standing there as one. It feels like we’ve lived a lifetime since last week when he said goodbye. And as for the hug itself, it feels like it’s lasting hours. but then, as if on cue, when he goes to place his hand on the back of my head I realise why I was upset. I loosen my grip on him and step back. I create ‘I’m not mad at you, but this doesn’t mean we’re cool’ distance. I knew I could never be completely mad at him. I’m upset emotionally, but not mad at all.
I clear my throat. “Come in, it’s cold.” I say distantly.
He walks over to my bed and sits there while I ramble through my bags for a pair of socks.
“You haven’t unpacked yet?” He asks.
“Um, I stayed with Renee a bit longer than expected.”
“No you didn’t. I’ve been texting Renee and the last three days, you weren’t there.”
He walks over to me until I’m looking up to him face to face.
“Where have you been?” He asks.
“Oh um, it doesn’t matter.” I turn around and keep fiddling through my bags. He grabs my wrists and turns me to face him again.
“Don’t lie to me.” He sounds angry.
“It’s none of your business.” I try struggling from his grip.
He pushes me against the wall. “Like hell it isn’t my business. Best friends remember. We don’t keep secrets, we don’t lie. You were the one who came up with that deal.”
I push him off and rub my wrists. “Well then consider this me undoing that deal. I’m going for breakfast.” I retreat to the bathroom with my jeans in hand. I grab my keys and figure I won’t be eating alone.
We eat in silence and allow time to pass. We are both half way through our meals when Rhys throws his fork on his plate.
“You were with Noah weren’t you?”
I nod without lifting my head.
“Why?” he asks.
My eyes begin to tear. I look up, into his eyes. His eyes are sad and hurt. “I’m sorry.” I whisper.
He sighs. “Please, tell me nothing happened.”
The tears in my eyes grew as my silence answered his question. “I can’t tell you that.”
