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Jay looks up from their seat at the graphic design table, unimpressed. Shit, I should have brought Firecakes Donuts.
“You may enter and keep talking.” When I walk toward them, they raise their palm in the air. “Stay close to the door in case I need to kick you out.” They wave their hand to the side. “Now, proceed with the groveling.”
“I’m sorry, Jay. You have to know how sorry I am. Ever Heart wouldn’t be anything without you. It’s your talent that got us here, and I can’t believe I said that awful stuff to you. You don’t deserve it.” I fidget and twist my fingers, waiting for their response. Why didn’t I bring those damn donuts?
They sit still, staring through me, and tiny beads of sweat bloom on my temple. They aren’t making this easy, are they?
“Can we talk like adults about the Pür offer?”
I gulp. My Achilles’ heel. “Sure, we can talk about it.” We can talk for the next three years, but I won’t sign away our dream. Jay may think it’s the answer to our prayers, but if we take the first offer that presents itself, we’ll never know if something else could have worked better. “Can we also discuss restructuring and what that would look like?” My plea is weak. I’m well aware I’m not in the position to negotiate here, but I hope they will look at all angles when deciding the future of this company.
Jay stands and walks over to me. Today, they are wearing a kelly green silk kimono with small chandelier earrings. They shaved their beard because “summer, duh”. They look younger like this. Beautiful.
“If we can also talk about you shagging the manny in detail.” They crack a smirk.
My face flares because, of course, they know. “I’d never keep that kind of information from you.” I bite my lip. “He wants to double date with you and Ian. He wants to meet the family.” My smile stretches ear to ear.
“Oh, well. I didn’t realize this became so serious.”
They are finally in front of me, and I inhale freesia and comfort. My arms ache to wrap around them.
“My first thought was to call and tell you, but…” Tears form in my eyes. I don’t even try to stop them from falling. “Please don’t be mad at me anymore. I can’t take it. I’m so sorry. You have to know how much I love you.”
“I love you too, Mars Bars. I couldn’t stay mad at you if I tried.” When they pull me to them, I cry into their chest. They shift my face away from the kimono. “Watch the Italian silk, will ya?”
They hold me tight, and it feels like coming home after a long, arduous trip. I squeeze my best friend and cannot wait to hash out every detail of my blossoming relationship with Remi.
“Come on. Let’s cuddle, and you can tell me all about the hot manny’s monster cock.”
I laugh as they help me onto the papason. They situate themselves behind me.
“You’re the big spoon to my little spoon,” I tease.
“Yeah, well, it’s better than being a fork. I can hold all the tea, so spill it.”
Settling in, I sigh and tell them all about Remi, how he makes me feel … and the things he can do with his mouth and fingers, and monster dick.
“So, this is you stepping out of your carefully curated box and finding love?”
Well, when put like that. Jay has always called a spade a spade. It’s unnerving, but it isn’t any less true.
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
“Did you tell him yet?”
“Tell him what?”
“That you’re in love with him.”
I play with the soft material of their sleeve. Thinking about telling Remi how deeply I feel has a million butterfly wings fluttering in my stomach. “No, but I’m going to. He and Isabel are coming for lunch.” I twist my neck until I’m almost facing them. “You want to join us?”
“Sure, a person could eat.” A beat of silence, then, “Oh, wait, you’re going to ply me with food so I take Isabel while you and loverboy do filthy things in your office.” They know me so well.
I chuckle. “Would you be opposed to babysitting for an hour?”
“Heck no. Me and my baby bestie are going to terrorize the whole floor. Just make sure you give Elliot the afternoon off. He just started being comfortable around you. You don’t want him to go back to calling you ‘ma’am’ again, getting your granny panties in a bunch.”
Indignant, I smack behind me. “They are not granny panties.”
