"What the hell was that about?" I ask Enrique as I stand from the stool to fully turn around to face him.

One full second passes before he finally looks at me, having had his eyes trained on the door where Jenny just left.

"What do you mean?" He asks as he breaks eye contact to go towards the kitchen sink.

"What do I mean? Enrique, that was so uncomfortable, you were staring at her like you'd seen a ghost. Do you know Jenny?" I question as I follow after him.

In response, he shifts his body slightly away so that I couldn't properly see his expression. He pauses, washing his hands thoroughly under the running water, "I think so," He says, leaving it at that.

I stand there, waiting for him to elaborate, but he dows none of the such which leads me to encourage, slightly annoyed, "You think so...?" I drag on, letting him know that his sentence was basically left unfinished.

Now seemingly annoyed as well, he adds, "I think I saw her at the supermarket once, she pushed an entire cart only to put one carton of milk in it," He remembers.

I squint my eyes at him, "That's it? That's what made her so memorable?" I ask. Why did I have the feeling that he was lying to me?

Enrique releases a loud, tired sigh as he takes off his tie and roughly places it on the counter, "You know, Miah, I'm just tired, alright?" He throws his head back and turns to face me before placing a kiss on my forehead, 'Can we talk about this tomorrow or something?"

I move away halfway though the kiss, "No actually, Enrique, what are you hiding from me?" I inquire, my voice much more serious than before.

He stares at me, squinting his eyes condescendingly before he starts, his voice dripping with disdain, "I don't know, Demiah. You want to talk? Let's talk about how you just happened to forget to mention to me that you had two miscarriages," He leans against the doorframe that we're by and crosses his arms, "Hm?" He finishes.

My neck retreats from him in disbelief. From the moment I spoke out a bunch of facts ab9ut my marriage with Titus with Enrique in our presence, I knew that a conversation about them, my miscarriages in particular, was inevitable. However, I never thought that it'd come up like this.

I swallow deeply, folding my own arms across my chest, "Don't change the subject," I manage to get out forcibly.

He protrudes his bottom lip and shrugs his shoulder in a mocking way, "I have a better idea. Let's."

I stare at his face, my lips pursed. "You really wanna do this right now?" I force a sound to come up from my throat.

He shrugs his shoulders in a don't-careish-way, leaning his body against the doorframe, "I don't see why not." He speaks.

I lick my lips and nod my head with my bottom lip protruding in thought, assuming the same persona as him, "Alrighty then," I start. "Are you sure you want to talk about that first? Or the fact that nothing that happened in my personal life years ago is your business?" I say casually.

I pause as I turn to fully face, raising my voice an octave to come across as excited, "Oh, oh! Or maybe how you and your friend had a conversation about having a threesome with me?" I laugh. "Yeah, that one, that one right there seems like a winner." I whistle. 

The nonchalant look on his face disappears almost instantly. It appears I've hit a nerve. A big one.

His eyebrows turn down as he bounces himself off of the doorframe and uncrosses his arms. Attitude check; tick.

"You know that's not how it happened," He seemed offended. "I told him from the very first moment that it was never going to happen," He adds on in a rush.

I was already nodding in fake understanding before he could finish his sentence, "Is that so?" I quip. "Because the fact that you even mentioned it to me seems like it's been playing on your mind. Maybe even bothering you."

His lips open and close like a face, lines beginning to appear in his forehead, "That's not— it wasn't— fuck, Demiah, you know that it isn't true." He starts explaining. In the midst of his rambling, he suddenly pauses and slowly nods his head, swiping his tongue on his top row of teeth, "I see what you did there. Impressive," His words seem to hold no malice, or the expression on his face, but the tone seeping from his lips held just that.

My jaw locks, my knuckles turning white from how tightly I was squeezing them shut as I stare at his face. As I analyze his expression, so full of— I wasn't exactly sure what it was, but all I knew was that it wasn't what I was use to. 

I was used to his fond eyes staring at me with a crooked smile adorned on his lips. As I realized that his face not held the opposite of that, my own face softened from exhaustion and... sadness. I didn't know where to go from here, but I was sure that I... I didn't want to fight. 

I wanted a hug, a kiss, affection, but I knew that that wasn't going to be possible anytime soon but as petty and small as it may seem— him using my miscarriages as a way to get out of answering a question about my friend that I felt like I deserved to know because of my concern for her, still hurt me. And greatly at that. 

I could feel y eyes burning with tears childishly, all traces of anger leaving my face and being replaced with... sorrow and misery. 

Upon seeing my defeat, I could see the muscles in Enrique's face relax, but it was already too late. Licking my dry lips, I walk pass him muttering a few words under my breath. "All you had to do was answer a simple question."

It was fleeting but I was able to see as he relaxes his tense shoulders and closes his eyes in regret, his hand shooting out quickly to grab my own as I walk pass, "Demiah—"

I snatch my hand from his own with the rest of the little energy I had left, "I'm going to bed," I say.

With that, I leave him standing in the kitchen.

And on my departure, I hear something roughly hit the ground in anger.

'~~~~|~~~~'

I went to sleep that night at Enrique's place. I wanted to go home because I wasn't in the mood to be around him but I knew that me deciding to stay tonight was already the original plan and in addition to that, I wasn't in the right mind to have to have Enrique to take me home.

And so we laid in his bed that night, me heading in an entire two hours before him which was unusual since whenever I stayed over, we usually went to bed together or rather, I would be lying down comfortable while he was in the shower.

Our backs were faced towards each other, our bodies sticking to the end of our respective sides as much as humanely possible without falling onto the floor.

When I felt Enrique crawl in, I pretended to be sleeping although I doubt that it made much of a difference since I didn't feel him check on me.

Yes, the though of sleeping in one of the guest rooms crossed my head several times, but I didn't want Eduardo to sense that something wasn't right between us, especially no that we've reconciled— the possibly of him taking my side much greater— which could eventually lead to another fight breaking out between Enrique and I.

That morning I woke up first, and was awake for several minutes just lying in bed trying to conjure up the courage and energy to leave. Such a huge coincidence that today was a day where Enrique didn't have to go into work early—not until 3PM actually.

He only got these days like one or twice a month at most and I hated that today just happened to be one of those days because it was fair to say that the possibility of today being incredibly awkward and uncomfortable was higher than ever.

Therefore, I had to conjure up an excuse to leave because even though he was still sleeping and I could use this time to sneak away, I didn't want to do something so petty and irresponsible because I knew that no matter how upset he was at me or vice versa, me leaving without a word would make him worry to no end.

Maybe a note? Or I could ask his father to deliver the message for me. It definitely seemed better than talking to Enrique in person because something told me that if I did, I wouldn't be able to look at his face and talk while knowing that I couldn't pepper his face with kisses and wound my arms around his body in a carefree manner.

In the midst of my thoughts, my body still facing sideways and away from Enrique's with my hand tucked under my head, I jump slightly when I feel the bed slowly begin to shift and rough, muscular arms begin to wrap itself around my waist.

Less than a moment even passed before I folded my top lip in between my teeth to muffle a much unneeded cry at the feeling of his arms around my body.

I failed, however, a choking sound briefly passing through my lips which I quickly stop. However, it obviously wasn't fast enough for Enrique not to notice. 

"I know, baby, I know," His soft, melodic voice in my ear soothes me, and it was definitely not what I needed to hear right now— or maybe it was because the next thing I knew, was that my resolve broke and and I was that my resolve broke and I lifted my free hand to rub against his arm which was around me, finding comfort in trailing my fingers along the tiny hairs on his arm. 

I could feel the tears settling on my upper lip and I unconsciously lick them away while muttering, "I don't wanna fight." My voice cracked and it was just a little above a whisper, but Enrique's position from directly behind me allowed him to hear just fine.

He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Miah," He paused. "What I said..." He trails off shortly before I feel his warm kisses down my forearm. "I... I didn't mean it, I really didn't, love. And you were right, you do have a right to be concerned about your friend," I don't reply, I just continue rubbing my nails along his arm as he proceeds to keep talking, "Come on, look at me,"

He turns my body around so he could see my red eyes and damp cheeks. As I look up at his unworldly features, I find myself getting loss in his eyes, "I'm sorry too," I whisper. "I'm really not upset about the thing with Dr. Falcon, I just... I don't know, I just knew it'd make you upset if I mentioned it." I admit.

He smiles a crooked smile down at me, a clump of hair falling in front of his left eyes, the silver pendant around his neck hanging down at brushing against my chin from his position above me,"

He then brings his thumb up wipe the dampness off of my cheeks, "You hungry?"

'~~~~|~~~~' 

I've been feeling ridiculously sick this month. This was suppose to be a smut chapter but I just wanted to get it out. Sorry for the late post but as I said, I haven't been feeling my best.

~ TheOfficialSinner