An intense knock on my door makes me wriggle in the sheets. I decide to open my eyes when I notice that it does not stop, I close them suddenly because of the blinding light from my window.
I finally get up, resigned.
Before I get there, the shadow of the gigantic mirror catches my attention. My hair tousled out of its ponytail, my pajamas loose, and my Chinese eyes. A disaster. With a firm step, I walk to the door and open it to find a perfect Gian, changed his jacket and hairstyle.
"Good morning" he looks at me from head to toe with a beautiful smile. I raise an eyebrow in his direction and look at him questioningly.
"How come you ...?" He picks up my question and answers them quickly.
"I called my secretary and asked the driver to bring everything in this morning." I hope you don't mind if I make breakfast," he says as he looks at me smiling.
I put on my slippers and walked to the kitchen where there were different varieties of breakfast on the counter. I had forgotten to mention that Gian was an expert in the kitchen.
"Thanks, but I shouldn't have. I'm sure I've taken your time." I sat down on one of the dining room seats.
"It doesn't bother me, you know, I do it with great pleasure." I looked at him for a while, waiting for him to sit down.
"Don't you want to sit down? No. I have to be at the company in exactly twenty minutes, by the way, your friend called your phone. I didn't take the call, but I saw the message while he was still vibrating. Apparently she's on her way, so there's extra food" I nodded
"Thank you for letting me stay with you and ... for everything else," he approaches me.
"I hope to see you soon."
He says this in a less audible tone and the lump in my throat is somewhat palpable, he leaves a hesitant kiss on my forehead, then walks away and takes a training bag from the couch. He turns once more and then leaves the apartment.
[...]
"In short, that's all that's happened since I left," he finished by telling Stace.
"This is better than the Latin soap opera I watch," he murmured as he walked to my closet.
"I really want to tell you but I just remember everything that happened and it scares me," he admits lying on the bed.
"Man, you know my opinion and I've really given you the most conscientious advice which is to tell him."
"I'll call him," I blurt out and she comes out of my closet with one of my dresses.
"Are you sure my love?"
"I'll tell him I want to talk to him. No matter how he takes it, if he takes it badly at least I will know what he thinks and if he takes it well I will have to take more courage and tell Dad," I sigh "Why does everything have to be complicated? ? Or am I the one who makes it complicated?" I grunt
"It's you, without a doubt," she admits. She remains thoughtful and smiles. I look at her a little intrigued.
"What?" I look at her and she approaches me with a blush.
"Your brother kissed me." And the worst thing is that I liked him, I opened my eyes exaggeratedly and also my mouth.
"Stace and Alex.The two people who can't go two seconds without arguing kiss?"
"Well, at the party. Did you see that he was drunk?" I nodded intrigued "I took him home and he started talking a lot of things and he told me several things and I don't know," I turned to look blushing "I don't know if he remembers but I hope not. It would be a very embarrassing and strange situation."
"Look who's talking." I raise an eyebrow.
"Help me," she pretends to sob.
"To what?" I cross my arms.
"I don't know how to get rid of it. If he tells you, tell him maybe it was a dream or something..." She nods to herself.
"Why does it matter if he knows or not? In the end, your fool was drunk and it just happened, there was no feeling involved that I'd like to think about." She looks at me doubtfully.
"It's just that I don't want the friendship we had to be made strange by a puny kiss with 90% alcohol."
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" We laugh together.
"We're not in Las Vegas."
"Forget it, Stace," I lift my feet toward her. "You better help me, my feet hurt and I can't reach them."
She looks at me badly and I smile at her