Making Up

Mila

After we were at the store, I was exhausted. It wasn’t that I couldn’t deal with walking around from one shop to the next. I had no idea why I felt so drained. But the last few days had been a lot to handle.

“How about we get some takeaway and head back home?” Ben suggested.

“And wine?” I asked.

He looked unsure. “Is that a good idea with your concussion?”

He was right, of course. But the idea of an escape was a great one. The dinner did sound fantastic, though, and I agreed to that. Even if I couldn’t have the wine just yet.

We picked up Chinese on the way home. I hadn’t had Chinese in a long time, and I was excited about it. We put a movie on the monster television in Ben’s state-of-the-art living room. The surround sound made me feel like I was being submerged, which was exactly what I needed. We sat at the coffee table with our food instead of the dining table, and everything was perfect.

Ben sat next to me on his plush carpet, and I was aware of how close he was. His cologne