"You know." He whispered against my lips. "You could come back to LA with me."
"If only it was that easy."
"It is that easy Mikayla." He murmured, kissing me again.
"Oh Matt." I said softly, pulling back and looking at him. "I just can't quit my job. I need money. I need to live."
"You could work for me." He said.
"Oh as what?" I laughed.
"I don't know, my personal assistant."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Matt you don't need a personal assistant, you manage perfectly fine."
"Yeah true." He whispered. "I'm sure you'll find something."
We lapsed into silence, both of us looking out the window again. I don't know what Matt was thinking but I was wishing more than anything that I could go back to LA with him. It was making me sad and I was close to tears. I missed LA and I missed Matt, even if he didn't feel the same.
"You know." He said. "There is one position you could apply for."
"Oh and what position is that?" I murmured against his neck.
"Well you could apply for the position of my girlfriend."
"Is that so?" I would apply for that position in a heartbeat.
"Yeah, but you know, there's heaps of applicants." He chuckled.
Of course there would be, look at him, I knew I didn't have a chance, I just wish he wouldn't rub it in my face.
Great, now I'd started crying, the insensitive bastard.
"Mikayla, why are you crying?" He whispered, tightening one arm around me and putting his other hand in my hair.
I didn't answer him, I just closed my eyes.
"Anyway, it wouldn't be fair if you applied." He said suddenly.
"What?"
"Applied to be my girlfriend."
Oh we were back to this. "I know."
"It wouldn't be fair."
Seriously, did he have to rub it in?
"I know Matthew."
"You do?" He asked.
What an idiot, it was blatantly obvious where I stood with him.
"Yes."
I felt him smile and it pissed me off a little.
"Good." He whispered, wiping a tear off my cheek with his thumb.
No not good. Not at all.
He looked at me and brushed my hair off of my face and kissed me lightly.
"I'm glad that's sorted." He murmured, smiling down at me.
"It is?"
"It is." And once again he kissed me.
Fuck.
