I roll my eyes. He steps back, and I shut the door.
I’m a bitch.Congratulations, Carmen.
Soy una cabrona.
I exhale softly and go back to bed. This time, I turn toward the glass door leading to the balcony. It’s open, letting fresh air spill inside. In the glass, I see the reflection of the balcony beside mine. Separate, but close enough.
I hear a door open. At first, I don’t pay attention. Then he steps out again, still shirtless, and I can’t stop myself from looking.
He stares out into nothing, his hands holding onto the balcony railing. When he exhales, he turns and leans back against it. I see his muscles tense as he lifts a lighter, sparks a cigarette, then slides the lighter back into his pocket. He inhales, then notices the reflection in the glass.
I’m not sure if he sees me or not, but he stares at the door for a moment.
Then, with the cigarette between his lips, he lifts his hand and flips off the glass.
Middle finger?! Really?!
He goes back inside.
“Asshole,” I shout.
No words came shouting back.
A minute later, I hear his footsteps again. He steps out, leans closer to the railing, and raises his hand once more, middle finger pointed toward the air.
“Wow,” I chuckle. “Very mature.”
I roll my eyes and turn my back to him, still lying on the bed. I close my eyes, biting my lip as the image of him shirtless refuses to leave my thoughts.
“No, Carmen,” I whisper to myself. “Think of something else. Think of him in a clown suit or something.”
But thatidiotwould still be hot in a clown suit.
Fuuuuck.
I stand up, rolling off the bed, and walk toward the balcony. Just before I can see him again, I shut the door and pull the curtains closed.
“Far from eyes, far from mind,” I say to myself as I go back to bed.
But before I can lie down, the door opens.
“Lunch time,” Catherine says, walking in without knocking. She moves further into the room and pulls the curtains open again.
“You need light.”
What I need is to stay away from Judas.
“Get dressed,” she says. “We usually have lunch in the dining room downstairs.”
I nod. “Okay.”
She winks at me, clapping her hands together. “How exciting. Our first lunch as a family.”
I force a smile.
Yaaaay.
She walks out, slowly closing the door behind her. I head for the closet. When I open it, all I see are pastel colors.
