Page 53 of His Forever Girl
“Wait so what happened between those two?” Owen asks, pointing between the two women on the TV.
“One of them told everyone else that the other has an alcohol issue.”
“Does she?”
I shrug. “I think they all do to be honest. Whether they admit to it or not.”
He nods, scratching his cheek.
We finished our tacos two hours ago, and since then we’ve just been binging the latest season of the Real Housewives. It’s my guilty pleasure show, something I never thought I’d ever get wrapped into. But god, the drama is just too good. Way too good.
“I feel like all of this would be resolved if any of them could just communicate,” Owen mumbles as three of the women start screaming at each other over dinner.
“Well yeah, but that wouldn’t make for good TV.”
I watch his face as he considers this, his eyes never once leaving the fight happening on screen. “I guess that’s true, but none of this is real, right?”
I grab a few pieces of popcorn, popping them into my mouth. “If I’m honest I have no idea. I think a lot of it may be fake. Or I assume it is. I can’t really believe anyone lives their lives like this.”
“They probably get paid a lot though.”
“Probably.”
“I wonder why those two also hate each other.”
“That storyline is from season thirteen.”
“SparkNotes version?”
I shake my head. “No can do. It’s a lot.”
He purses his lips, watching me.
“Hmm,” he mumbles as he turns back to the drama in front of us. I smile. I just know he’s going to go home and look it up.
Men love to pretend they don’t like drama, when in reality they live for it. They crave drama more than women most of the time, they just won’t ever admit it for some weird reason.
“Do you watch this often?” he asks suddenly. He sits up, scooting even closer to me, which I didn’t even think was possible. We’re touching now, and without thinking, I drape my left leg over his.
He puts his hand on the blanket covering my thigh, keeping it there as he watches me expectantly.
And it feels like the most natural thing in the world. There’s no awkwardness, neither of us froze. It’s like he was meant to be here.
I need to stop thinking like that.
“I used to watch it more when I was living with Mila. She loves it. But I’ve been left to watch it on my own.”
“That’s sad.”
“Ehh, it is what it is.”
A commercial break ends, the show returning. Owen quiets down once more, sinking into the cushions and leaning his head back.
Owen watches three more episodes, our eyes getting heavy as the hours drag on.
“Don’t you have practice tomorrow morning?” I ask, my voice groggy.
“Yeah, but I wanted to be here.”
