Day 10: Milly
Milly reluctantly slipped her arms into her coat. She had to be at the Met in an hour but didn’t want to leave Hannah. She glanced at her watch and then hurried back into the living room.
Hannah looked up from her smartphone. “Hey, forgot something?”
Milly nodded solemnly, stepping into the open kitchen. “I forgot to kiss you.”
Lowering her phone, Hannah said, “No, you didn’t?”
“Okay, maybe I just need another kiss,” Milly said and pressed her lips against Hannah’s.
Hannah gasped in surprise. She clumsily reached for something behind her back.
“What are you doing?” Milly asked, resting her forehead against Hannah’s.
“Just putting my phone away,” Hannah replied and kissed Milly again.
Something in Hannah’s tone made Milly suspicious, though. She took a step back and narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend. “Why?”
Hannah’s cheeks were coloring a cute red. “So I can hold you?”
Milly kept her gaze fixed on Hannah. She wasn’t acting like herself. It almost seemed as if she was hiding something.
“What’s going on?” Milly asked.
Hannah shrugged and shook her head. “Nothing.”
“You’re a horrible liar,” Milly said, tapping Hannah’s nose with the tip of her finger.
“Don’t you have to leave? You’ll be late for your rehearsal,” Hannah responded, propping her hip against the fridge.
Milly tilted her head. “It’s almost as if you want me to leave,” she teased. “Do you have a mistress, Miss Emsworth?”
“Of course not!” Hannah sputtered. “I just don’t want you to be late. I imagine you’ll need every minute to prepare for tomorrow’s concert.”
“Alright, alright,” Milly sighed, “I’ll get going.”
Hannah nodded and smiled. “Good luck at the rehearsal.”
“Thanks,” Milly said. “You off to work?”
“Yeah,” Hannah responded too quickly and walked out of the kitchen.
“Busy day?” Milly probed, placing her hands on the kitchen countertop.
“Yes,” Hannah said. “Lots of things to do.” She gestured in the direction of her home office. “I’m going to grab my stuff.”
Milly bit the inside of her lip. “Okay, see you tonight.”
Hannah waved. “Yeah, bye!”
“What the hell is going on?” Milly thought as she headed for the front door. Something was bothering Hannah, she was sure of it. A tight knot settled in her stomach.
Milly left the apartment feeling even worse than before about leaving. If it wasn’t for her unplanned performance tomorrow night, she and Hannah would probably be in a vacation mood already.
It was only one extra night of work and yet it still seemed to make such a big difference. Milly zipped up her coat as she waited for the elevator.
“Just one more day and one more night,” she thought.
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