Finding You.

CHAPTER 26

AYA

Seeing Mila storm out of the patisserie in her angry state really got to me. “Excuse me Sara, I have to go.” Instead, Sara just took a seat next to me, inching too close and blocking my way.b“You’re so sexy.” She said, putting her hand in my hair. “You’re engaged Sara, don’t do this.”

I moved her hand away from my hair and tried to get up and leave but within seconds, her lips were on mine. The kiss lingered for a few seconds before I stopped it. “Sara, you’ve just been rude and disrespectful to my friend, next thing you’re kissing me and touching me. What we had is done okay, and you made it clear when you chose him over me, so stay the fuck away from me.”

She seemed somewhat taken aback. “You know I’ll always find you sexy even when you’re pissed off, our chemistry is too much and we need to release this sexual tension. One last time for old times’ sake.” I couldn't fucking believe I once thought I loved her. “I said stay the fuck away from me Sara!” and she held her hands up in defeat, retreating back to whichever hole she crawled out from.

Noticing that it had started raining outside and realizing that Mila took my phone instead of the car keys, I quickly paid the bill and made my way out to the wet parking lot.

She wasn’t on the shelter which I hoped she’d be keeping dry from the rain, she wasn’t near the car either. I searched all the ten shops around the centre, then looked around the parking lot but couldn’t find her.

I was soaked by the time I got inside my car, assuming that she took an uber back home, I made my drive there. She wasn’t home and Sam had only woken up so he hadn’t seen a thing. I tried calling my phone multiple times in the hopes that she would pick up but she didn’t, she didn’t reply to the texts I sent either.

I’ve been sitting here for three hours now and I’m thinking of going to check at her house when the gate bell sounds. From the camera, I see a staggering Somila exit what looks like an uber and I quickly open the gate, take an umbrella from the coat rack and run out to meet her.

When I get to her, she’s already soaked, but I still use the umbrella to shield her from more rain. We enter the house and she doesn’t say a word as she makes her way upstairs, I follow her. I’m surprised when she passes my bedroom door and heads straight for the bathroom in the hallway – she’s pissed off, and drunk… but more pissed off than anything.

“Mila…” she shuts the door before I can say anything. Standing in front of the door, I try to speak again. “Mila please just hear me out.” The shower is turned on and I suspect she’s blocking me out by so doing, so I sit on the floor with my back against the door. I’ll wait all day if I have to.

What seems like almost an hour later, the bathroom door clicks open and I’m on my feet facing her. A towel is wrapped around her wet body, her skin glistens and her hair drips with drops of water. She looks so fucken sexy, small feet with beautifully painted toe nails - navy of course, I'm glad that's the color she loves for her toes.

Her eyes don’t meet mine, she just walks past me, getting into her room and shutting the door behind her. I pace the hallway for a while before I open her door, thankful that it isn’t locked. She’s wearing a white hoodie and black tights, her hair wetting the back of the hoodie. I try not to get close enough to touch her, but I really want to tie those locs.

The fact that she hasn’t said a thing really worries me... I can’t read her emotions, “Mila?” I try to get her to speak but she remains silent, opening the closet to pick out a neatly packed pile of her clothes. Her bag is placed on the bed in a rush. I can’t let her do that, if she leaves without talking to me then I might have lost her for good.