Pink Daisies Part 15
“Mikey,” I moaned, pulling his arms around my waist. “Wanna go on vacation, hm?”
“To where? Pittsburgh?” He whispered in return.
My eyes flashed, blowing my cover. Mike immediately let go, standing back with arms crossed and expecting an explanation.
“I finally faced Jordan,” I muttered, barely audible.
“And…?”
I stared at the ground, “I kissed him…”
“WHAT?!”
“I just wanted to get everything out of my system. It was to make sure I still didn’t have feelings.”
His betrayal and anger was evident and he wasn’t hiding it. A grimace formed on his face as he chewed at his lower lip and shook his head, “You’re just like every other damn girl on this planet.”
He spun on his heel, briskly evacuating the house Michelle and I shared. I hung my head and walked into the kitchen. Michelle was attempting to bake cupcakes for our friend, Steven, since his birthday was soon.
“Guess I’m going to New Orleans by myself.”
“I’ll go!” Michelle chirped.
“No, I need to go by myself and just give him time and space. I need to think.”
“All alone in Louisiana?” Michelle asked concern unmistakably in her eyes.
“Hey, I’m the one that kissed Jordan and upset the man that has made my life a hell of a lot better. The Big Easy will take care of me. I’ll send post cards.”
“When do you leave?”
“Flight leaves in four hours.”
“Have fun. You know the number incase you need to talk,” Michelle assured me, giving me a hug.
“It won’t be the same without Mike.”