“Yeah Sof?”
“Anything in this bag I shouldn’t be touching?”
“All of it!” I called back with a laugh causing her to groan loudly.
Alejandro laughed with me as he sat down on the couch across from me and crossed his hands behind his head. I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t.
Probably thinking of the last few days in Venice. Awkward and almost complete silence; it’s like we both knew that it could possibly be the end.
Sofia joined us in the living room after she started the first load and sat next to me. I noticed she glanced at the grandfather clock she had in her living room before she addressed us.
“Did you guys have a good time?”
“I believe so,” Alejo said smiling at me.
“Did you get the picture of the Colosseum?” I asked her.
“Yeah! That was amazin
g. I know how much you’ve always wanted to go there, so I’m glad you finally got the chance,” she said giving me a quick hug.
“We didn’t get a chance to see The Sistine Chapel, though,” Alejo said casually.
“How come?” Sofia asked him.
“Stop fishing, Castillo,” I warned throwing a pillow at him.
He was obviously on the hunt to figure out who the hell it was I had promised the Vatican to so to speak.
Before Sofia had a chance to ask us what was going on there was a knock on the door. And that one simple knock made my heart start racing.
“It’s probably Mitchell; you answer it,” Sof said with a small smile. I eyed for her a moment before I shrugged and went to the door.
As soon as I opened it I got pelted in the face with two plush balls. I swatted blindly before I regained my composure to find Mitch grinning widely.
“In case you didn’t get enough balls in your face while you were gone,” he said with a laugh.
“Pig,” I replied stepping out to hug him. Mitchell’s sense of humor was one thing that I really enjoyed. It was twisted and matched mine perfectly.
“I missed you,” he said quietly, tightening his arms around my waist.
I closed my eyes and hugged him tighter around his neck. I missed him too and I couldn’t say it without being unfair to the situation I was in. Once we let each other go, Mitch stepped into the room, walked over to where Alejandro was sitting and extended his hand.
I stood there nervously because it took him a moment to take Mitch’s hand but eventually they shook hands and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I had been holding.
“How long you here for?” Mitch asked Alejandro as he settled into my place next to Sofia.
“Until she makes her decision. Then I’ll be going back to Spain,” he replied.
Mitch nodded then glanced at me, “Thank God it’s you deciding this and not your friends.”
I shook my head and smiled. He knew that the way our relationship crumbled out of nowhere, the late night phone calls to Sofia, Cassidy, and whoever else would listen to me crying my eyes out, hadn’t done him any favors.
“I’m gonna take you to the coolest place in the world, by the way. Way cooler than Italy or any other country you traveled to,” Mitch declared with a grin.
“Oh yeah? Where’s that?” I asked curiously.
“Home,” he said getting to his feet.