It had been about a month since Micayla had seen or heard from John. She couldn't get kissing him out of her head or him kissing her. For the first time in a long time she felt an attraction and a connection with someone. She'd felt guilty that prim and proper voice in her head kept telling her how wrong it was to be attracted to a man while she was engaged to another. It was a rare occasion when Micayla and Carter were both home but tonight they were. Micayla was on the couch. Carter was sitting in his chair watching CNN.
"Carter." Micayla said.
"Yes?"
"Let's talk."
"About what?"
"Just things." "When's the last time we had a real conversation?"
"I'm a little busy right now."
"You're watching the news."
"It's very important news."
"I think I want to become a party planner."
"What?"
"A party planner." "I want to get a job."
"Micayla we've been over this." "You don't need to work."
"I want to work."
"I can provide enough for both of us."
"Everything isn't always about money."
"That's funny."
"I'm serious."
"If having a hobby will make you feel better go ahead." "It's a complete waste of time though."
"Carter do you love me?"
"What kind of silly question is that?"
"I can't remember the last time you said it to me."
"Well I'm marrying you aren't I?" "Isn't that proof enough?"
"Sometimes it's nice to hear."
"You know I do." "Is it your woman time?" "Is that why you're acting this?"
"I'm going to bed." She went to bed and cried herself to sleep.
Two days later Micayla was in New York City. She was at the store where she was getting her dress made. She was doing her final fitting for her dress. She looked in the full-length mirror. On the outside she looked beautiful. On the inside she thought of it as another step towards a life she didn't want but had no choice in having.
"This is perfect." Micayla said.
"You are going to be such a beautiful bride." The dressmaker said.
Micayla went back to her hotel. She was holding her dress in it's protective covering. She got out her key to put it in the lock when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw John.
"Hey." She said surprised.
"Hi." "This is a surprise." "What are you doing here?"
"Picking up my wedding dress and some other stuff for the wedding."
"How long are you gonna be in town?"
"Until Wednesday morning."
"Me to." "You have to come to the shows tonight and tomorrow night."
"Alright." "I have nothing better to do."
"Good." "You've been to Madison Square Garden right?"
"Yeah." "Should I get there around the same time I did the last time?"
"Yeah." "I gotta go but I'll see you tonight."
"Ok bye."
"Bye."
Later that night Micayla was getting ready to go.
"What am I doing?" She thought. "I know I shouldn't go." "I'm just going to enjoy the show." "Nothing else."
After the show Micayla was walking to her car. Her cell phone started to ring.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hi." John said. "Wanna meet at the lobby bar for a couple of drinks?
"Sure."
They met at the lobby bar. They'd been there for two hours. They were both buzzed.
"I think you're a little drunk." John said.
"I don't get drunk." "That's not the ladylike thing to do." "I think I'm gonna call it a night."
"Can I walk you to your room?"
"Sure."
He walked her to her room. They were outside the door.
"You did really good tonight." Micayla said
"Thanks." "How did your wedding dress come out?"
"Good." "Wanna see it?"
"Sure."
They went inside.
"It's in the bedroom closet." They went into the bedroom. She laid it down on the bed and unzipped it.
"Wow you're gonna look beautiful."
"Thanks." She zipped it back up and put it in the closet.
"I'm glad we ran into each other."
"Me to."
"I've been thinking about you."
"You have?"
"Yeah." "I can't get my mind off when we kissed."
"You think about it t- I mean, really?"
"I'm glad to know I'm not the only one." He said smiling.
"Well it was still wrong."
"So you never thought about what would've happened if we hadn't of stopped?" "I think about it a lot." "It would've been great to have gone upstairs with you." "To lay you on my bed." "Kiss you all over your body, run my hands all over your bare skin."
"John stop." She said smiling and blushing.
"What?" "Don't you and your fiancée ever have nights like that?" "You know I'm guessing since you're so inhibited in your daily life, it goes into other aspects of your life to." "Like your sex life."
"My sex life is fine."
"It's not supposed to be just fine." "It's supposed to be amazing." "It's supposed to be something you really look forward."
"There's nothing wrong with it." "It's just…
"Boring?"
"I would like to try something new." "We've done it the exact same way for twelve years."
"You can try that new stuff with me." He said smirking.
"As tempted as I am we can't." "I said to much I shouldn't have told you that."
"You're bored, you're unhappy." "Why are you doing this to yourself?" "Micayla I like you a lot." "I know you have feelings for me to." "Feelings that I think could really turn into something if you let them." "I would treat you a million times better then this guy ever has."
"He treats me fine."
"From what you told me for him it's all about work." "It's not." "It's about you."
"Everything isn't as simple as you make it out to be." "If you knew what I know you would understand."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing." "You have to go before I let myself do what I want to do."
"What do you want to do?"
"It doesn't matter." "It never matters what I want."
"Would it have anything to me would it?"
"I'll see you tomorrow night." "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."