Kiss me 2.1
Each word from her is a knife wound.
When I push open the apartment door, the smell of basil and garlic hits my throat. They are in the kitchen, preparing pasta. Evan, with his back to me, pours wine into a saucepan. Jade, smiling, slices tomatoes.
— Lina! Finally! she exclaims, rushing to kiss me.
I force myself to smile, to return her embrace. My body is stiff.
— Hi.
Evan turns slowly. His smile is a masterpiece of hypocrisy.
— Good evening, Lina. Glad you could make it.