The next day was mostly spent on my couch, we were both hungover as fuck.
“You can wear that little baby blue panty set you have.”
“You Peeping Tom!”
He chuckled, “You leave your clean laundry on your bed and I’m just trying to help you get laid. You know, like Leo used to.”
I stopped smiling.
“Something I said?”
“I don’t want to talk about Leo.”
“You never want to talk about Leo.”
“You know he misses the shit out of you, right?”
“Why are you torturing him?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Mi…”
“It’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
“Well I don’t, I have to get back to work.” I turned to leave.
“Sex always complicated things for me, Mila. It’s why I made the pact.”
I snapped back around. “Leo told you?”
“His exact words were, ‘We made love.’”
“He said that to you? When?”
“The last time I saw him. It was the week before I flew here.”
“And you’re just now telling me this?”
“You never want to talk about him.”
“What else did he say?”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about him?”
“Mila!” Captain Jack shouted from his yacht, breaking up our intense conversation. “Could you help me with my rope?”
I didn’t go back to Cain’s catamaran for the rest of the day. At ten-thirty he was knocking on my door ready to go. We strolled down to the bars that were within walking distance of the marina. Neither one of us brought up the conversation from this afternoon. We found a little dive bar that served food and had live music with karaoke. Sitting at dinner for the next few hours, we talked about nothing in particular, enjoying one another’s company.
“Is that the love of your life who keeps texting you, Cain?”
“No, Mi.” He winked. “She’s sitting right in front of me.”
I giggled, “Who keeps texting you?”
All it took was one word to damper my buzz.
“Does he know you’re with me?”
“Is he asking about me?”
He nodded again.
“Is it bad?”
“He’s not happy.”
“What about us?”
“I’m not going to lie to him, Mila. He knows we’re together all the time.”
“So what? We’re just friends.”
I jerked back. “Are we not?”
“I think we could be more than just friends.”
I smiled. “You’re totally fucking with me right now.”
He leaned into the table, displaying those irresistible dimples of his. “What if I’m not? You’re gorgeous, fun, have a killer body, I could do worse. Actually, I have.”
“Cain, are you drunk?”
“Maybe, but you know what they say, a drunk never tells lies. I like you, Mila. I know you like me. We should see where this can go.” Cain slowly slid his fingers into my hand and started stroking my palm.
“As in you and me?”
“Do you need me to spell it out for you, Mi? I want you to ride my dick.”
“Oh…” I nodded. “This is about sex?”
“No, sleeping with me is just an added bonus.”
“You’re messing with me.” I stood, laughing. Not believing a word he said. “I’m going to the bathroom, be right back.”
I took two steps and out of nowhere, Cain grabbed onto my wrist, yanking me onto his lap.
“What are you—”
He. Kissed. Me.
Cain fucking kissed me.
Slowly at first. The second I felt his tongue on my lips, I opened my mouth for him. It happened so fast. One minute I think he’s joking with me and then the next, we’re kissing.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. I did. Cain was a damn good kisser.
“Whoa,” I breathed out, leaning my forehead on his.
“Wait until you sit on my face.”
My eyes widened. Never in a million years did I expect him to add…
“You just have to give me a chance.”
I’m with Mila. Talk later.
I threw my phone on my desk after getting that last text from Cain, experiencing jealously like I never had before. Every time I pictured them together.
For fuck’s sake, just simply talking.
It drove me mad with jealousy.
His arms around her.
Touching her skin.
Feeling her warmth.
Hearing her giggle
Her head on his chest had me seeing nothing but red.
I wanted to punch his lights out, bury him alive. The irrational thoughts were taking me hostage, and I was right there along for the ride. Hanging on by an extremely thin thread. Ready for it to snap any second.
My blood was boiling, feeling fury in every inch of my skin. I wanted to hurt somebody.
My best fucking friend.
One month later
“Hey, you listening?” Kylie asked.
“Mmm hmm,” I lied. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mila.
“I had a really good time tonight. You think we could do it again?”
“Good. I like you, Leo.”
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. Women had been telling me they liked me for as long as I could remember. It was never a big deal. I didn’t care about the illusions they created in their heads of what they thought was going to happen between us.
I made no promises.