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“We’re too different, and I don’t want to agree to this if you’re hoping for anything in our future other than an end date. It’s only for six months. When this season is over, I’m going to get back to the life I was looking forward to finally having.”
Maybe if I wasn’t such a goddamn hopeless romantic, her insistence would hurt a bit more, but all I keep hearing are the words six months.
I have six months to change her mind about me.
“What kind of life are you looking forward to having?” I ask, and how is it any different than the one she had before our night in Las Vegas?
She laughs, but it’s kind of sad. “A normal one.”
“What’s normal to you, Kenny?”
“You’re going to think I’m weird.”
“At this point, it might be best if I find one or two negative qualities. My obsession hasn’t been able to come up with any yet.”
She laughs again and it’s then I realize I don’t hear that sound often.
I’ll have to work on that.
“A normal life to me is one where I date whomever I want. Where I maybe get hit on at a bar and go to dinner with a guy that’s not also some extravagant black-tie affair. Where I don’t drunkenly marry someone for revenge, but where I’m also not engaged to someone as a business arrangement either.”
Huh?
“I’m going to need you to expand on that last one for me.”
“Maybe another time.” She sighs. “I want to do this. Selfishly, I want to do this.”
“Well, that’s good because I got you a ring already.”
“Oh. That was quick. I should probably get a ring for you too, huh?”
“It’s only fair.”
“Do you have any preferences?”
“Do men wear diamonds?”
“You want diamonds?”
“I want this to be extravagant as hell. You wanted subtle so we’re going to blow the budget on me.”
She chuckles into the line again, which is weird. She never laughs this freely. She’s never so upfront and honest either.
“Kennedy Kay, are you drunk right now?”
“A little.”
I keep the phone held up to my ear as I lie back on my bed, one hand tucked under my head, the previous anxiousness no longer sitting on my chest.
“I thought you weren’t much of a drinker.”
“I’m not.”
“I’m driving you to drink already?”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“What are you drinking?”
