That thought had been running circles in my mind all week but right now it seemed so premature. We hadn't even talked about it yet. Maybe we could still work things out...
With that in mind and nothing but my own fear to stop me, I forced myself to brave the conversation.
“How are you?” I asked pathetically.
Melissa paused and glanced at me in the vanity mirror.
“I'm good... you sure you're okay?”
I couldn't hold her gaze and ended up looking down at the carpet. I'd never noticed the shiny bits of fabric woven into thecream to make it look brighter. How fancy. Definitely Melissa’s decorating touch there.
“You seem preoccupied lately,” Melissa said. “Is something going on at work?”
I shook my head.
“No. It's not work. It's… It'sus.”
I was proud of myself for even getting that much out.
She froze, capped her gloss and turned around to face me.
“Kam,” she said slowly, her expression unreadable. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
Why did she say it like I was the one in trouble? I had nothing to hide, but for some reason, the first thing that came to mind was Ryan on top of me, his mouth on mine.
Okay, maybe Ididhave something to hide, if only because I didn't even know how to explain that one. It was a strange, drunken moment that seemed more like a trip than reality.
I licked my lips, forcing those images away.
“Are you really happy with me?” I forced myself to ask.
I waited a full minute for a reply, and she still didn't answer said it all.
Swallowing, I looked up, finally facing her unreadable blue eyes. It was like looking at a shut door. I couldn't read her at all.
“Is there something that I can do?—?”
“Kamran,” she suddenly snapped. “Don't start.”
I stared, unsure what to say, but the moment I opened my mouth, she cut me off again.
“We're supposed to go meet your friends right now. We're supposed to have fun, right? Why do this now?”
I spluttered.
“B—because I feel like you're pulling away from me, like maybe you're even?—”
“Kam,enough. We'll talk later.”
She went through the door, leaving me standing there, stunned.
“—looking elsewhere,” I finished to the empty room.
Damn.
I felt like such a fucking push-over because I wasn't even mad. I was just disappointed.
She didn't want to fix anything, did she? Maybe she had already checked out of this relationship. It was starting to seem like it.
