Hiding the truth

A bell over chimed and I was hit by the scent of spiced meats and fresh bread. We placed our orders, sharing giggles and starting our catch up with little snippets of small talk. The weather, the local news and how we were feeling. There was no escaping the tension in Ricky's stare when we settled at the booth in the dark of the corner. No matter how hungry I was , I slowly picked up at the bread of my sandwich as Ricky stared holes through me. I could feel his burning holes through me and I knew what he was thinking about. "I love you, Ricky but I can't really get into detail right now", A heavy exhale pushed from my lips and my shoulders sagged. "I have been staying with someone while I recover and he is very private", "He?", Ricky's brows shot up and he leaned forward. Reaching across the table, he grabbed my forearm and gingerly squeezed it. "A boyfriend?" "God no!", I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I took Ricky's hand on my arm and twined my fingers with his. "He is just helping me out