Gianna
Yeah, dinner is over, at least in my head. Barely fifteen minutes in, but it feels like two hours.
I snatch the spoon from Kevin’s hands, the chair screeching against the floor as I bolt for the kitchen with the rest of the dishes.
Bartending finally paid off, because dropping a dish after my ridiculous performance would have been mortifying. Hell, even now it feels a little embarrassing.
I set the dishes in the sink and let out a long breath. I need a minute away from both of them, away from the weight of their eyes.
Every day I continue this fake relationship with Kevin, I see new sides to him. Tonight it didn’t feel fake at all. It felt… real.
Comforting in a way I'm not ready to admit out loud.
I run my hands over the counter, leaning on it as my chest hitches. Dmitry w
