Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).
"Ah, this is delicious. Cold and soothing."
We began to eat in a haunting silence. I only cut up the meat on my plate without actually eating it, while Mike ate ravenously, as if he hadn't eaten for days.
"You know, Bella," Mike said between chews, his voice sounding a bit hoarse. "After you and I get married, I will grant your every wish, wherever you want to go for our honeymoon."
"Everything?" I asked with a feigned innocent tone.
"Yes. Wherever you want, you are the perfect wife."