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“I told you we would talk about it.”
When? I wanted to ask him. While I was on my way to the airport? We
were out of time to talk about anything.
“But we haven’t talked, Aaron.”
Two weeks. He’d had two weeks to reach out to me. And as much as I
had hated myself for it, a part of me had waited for him to do that. I had just
realized it. Well, at least that explained why I hadn’t brought myself to tell
Rosie. Or my family. Yet.
I shook my head. I was so dumb. “And we don’t need to. We have
nothing to talk about.”
Aaron clenched his jaw, not saying anything else.
My phone pinged a couple of times, but I ignored it. I was busy shooting
daggers at Aaron.
Depleted of energy, I gave up and rested my head on the lush headrest of
the copilot’s seat. My eyelids shut, and I wished I could shut down the world
too.
The sound of my phone going off again with a couple more texts brought
my eyes to my lap.
I ignored it again. “What am I going to do?” I thought out loud. “In a few
hours, Isabel will be calling everyone to tell them she talked to Lina’s
boyfriend on the phone.” I was screwed six ways from Sunday. “I guess I
could always tell them I broke up with you.” I released a long sigh. Then, I
turned to look over at him. “Not with you, you. But with—” I shook my head.
“You know what I mean.”
At that, Aaron straightened in his seat, further cramping the space inside
the car.
Before either of us could say anything, my phone went off again. I lifted
it off my lap with the intention to silence it. “Por el amor de Dios.”
An alarmingly large number of messages flashed on my screen,
confirming my suspicions.
Isabel: I just talked to your BF. *smirking emoji* What a deep, sexy voice he
has. Send pics, pls.
Mamá: Your sister told me she talked to Aaron. If he wants a meatless menu,
we can still talk to the restaurant and ask them to prepare a fish option. He’ll
have fish, right? That’s not meat, is it?