“Pack yourself a sandwich and move it.” She spins on her heels and marches back out to the front door. “God forbid you starve,” she mumbles, probably to herself, but I can still hear her.
I drop the plate to the table, not hungry anymore.
“Seriously, what the fuck is going on in?” I mutter toward Kyle.
He stares back, eyes full of concern. “You should probably talk to her. But, dude…” He leans over the table. “She knows,” he whisper yells.
Feeling as confused as ever, I am about to ask for clarification when Mona yells after me.
“Alex! We’re leaving! Now!”
Her tone is angry and unforgiving. I can’t imagine what could’ve happened from the time she left the bedroom upstairsto the moment I walked into the dining room. Because it is obvious that something did. Then, there’s Kyle’s ominous warning.She knows.
“Talk to you guys later,” I tell my friends. “Tell Ray I said thanks for hosting us.”
I walk over to where my coat is and take my time with putting it on. The slower I do it, I can see Mona’s body tensing more. She really is not happy with me at all. It’s really bursting my happy bubble that I was in since waking up earlier this morning. But whatever it is, I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Nothing is that bad, I decide.
When I see her ready to pull the front door open, I rush to catch up to her. Just as she’s about to step outside, I grab her arms and turn her around. Mona’s eyes widen in shock, and, with the element of surprise on my side, I cup her face and bring her up onto the tips of her toes.
“Alex,” she growls in warning. It’s a cute growl, like a little kitten angry at the world. Or maybe scared of the world, hard to tell in this moment.
Our mouths collide, my tongue probing at the first contact. I coax hers to do the same, and before long, I have her pressed against the doorjamb while our tongues are in a duel for control.
“Alex,” she moans. “I’m so angry with you.”
Someone clears their throat behind us. “It looks to me like they resolved their issues.”
That seems to be what Mona needs to snap out of the kiss induced stupor I got her in. She brings her hands to my chest and pushes with all her might.
“Take me home right now!”
This time, she doesn’t waste more time. Instead, she about runs to my car that’s parked in the driveway. I watch as she pulls onto the handle of the door on the passenger side, then almost falls back when it doesn’t open.
“Why the rush?” I tease when I get closer. The doors click as they unlock automatically once the key fob is within range.
We get in the car, and I start the engine. Before leaving, I mess around with the controls, making sure that we’re both comfortable for the drive back into the city.
Mona doesn’t say a word to me. In fact, she looks the other way for the entire time.
“I feel like I’m missing out on something,” I joke while pulling out of Ray’s driveway. “Do you care to share?”
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I swear there’s steam coming out of her ears.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” she says. “I’ll share.”
My curiosity is piqued, to say the least, but I remain quiet so that I give her some space to regroup. She seems to need it.
I get us onto the main road, and then onto the expressway. Still no word from Mona. Instead, she’s positively sulking now. When she finally speaks, it’s through obviously clenched teeth.
“You missed the exit.”
I frown and stare in the rearview mirror, hoping to see what she’s talking about.
“We have five more to go before we get to the one closest to your apartment.”
She turns her head to look at me. If stares could kill, I’d be six feet under already. She actually gives me the chills, and it takes everything in me not to look away. I am also turned on. There’s a definite shift in the balance of power in our relationship, and I don’t hate it.
“You’re supposed to take me to the train station.”
