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The kids are with Tanner’s brother as the babysitter for the night, and Heather is driving separately, so I head out to the arena alone. I turn up the heat in my car. It has started to really get cold outside now that we’re well into fall. The rain starts to turn to snow as it hits my windshield.
I wonder what Sean thinks of me wearing his jersey and cheering his name. Does it feel differently now, that I’m no longer just a fan? Or is this all just a normal day at work for him?
I find my seat quickly, spotting Heather’s red hair from rows away. We’re right on the glass. The arena is packed tonight. We’re playing a good team. Sean seemed a little more on edge than usual before he left this morning.
We always sit with the other players’ families, and I’m surprised to see that Heather beat me here. She wraps me in a hug. “How’d Sean seem today?” she asks.
“He was quiet…” It’s the truth. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what kind of quiet he is exactly. But quiet isn’t always bad with him.
“How quiet? More than usual?” She takes a bite of a pretzel she must have bought from the concession stand.
“Mmm. I think normal quiet, but with a tinge of nerves.” I steal a piece of pretzel from her. “Cheese,” I demand, gesturing with my hand.
Heather rolls her eyes, handing over the small plastic container.
“He cleans a lot when he’s nervous. And he definitely straightened up the living room too many times to be normal,” I say between mouthfuls of pretzel. “This is good.”
“Yeah, my pretzel is good. My pretzel,” she stresses, snatching back the cheese.
“How’s living with him going?”
“Ugh.” I run a hand through my hair, considering honesty. “You really want to know?”
“No, lie to me.” She rolls her eyes.
“We kissed.” The words just spill out in a panic. I cover my mouth with my hand the moment they’re out, worried that I sound insane.
Heather drops the popcorn on the ground, luckily none spilling. “What did you just say?” Her eyebrows raise into her hairline.
“We kissed,” I admit, hanging my head. Oh my god, I do sound dumb. I’m a cliché. I’ve fallen for my boss and kissed him. It’s so embarrassing to admit, even to Heather.
“Yeah, I heard that part,” she laughs.
I might as well be brutally honest. “And I had sex with him,” I blurt out quickly. It’s like ripping off a band aid that was on too long, and stings just as much. I sink into the sticky seat, confused and somehow feeling more determined than ever.
Now that it’s out in the open, it’s no longer something I’ve made up in my head. I did have sex with him. And regardless of what that means for us, it did happen.
Heather blinks at me, as if momentarily stunned. She takes a breath, recomposing herself. “Well? Come on. Give me the details. Was it good sex?”
“It was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I hang my head in my hands. A small part of me thought that maybe, just maybe, if I slept with him and got him out of my system, I wouldn’t want him so badly.
Clearly the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. All it’s done is make me want to have sex with him more.
“And how big is he?” she grins. “Come on, you can tell me.” She rests her chin on her hands, her elbows resting on her thighs. “Tell me everything.” She flutters her lashes at me.
She’s not judging me. Relief washes over me. She doesn’t think that I’m stupid.
“He’s huge.” I laugh. I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. I feel my cheeks heat.
“Ahhhh,” she squeals, clapping, particularly bouncing in her seat. “I knew it. I knew it.”
“No, like huge.” I make a gesture with my hands, and she slaps my arm as her jaw drops.
“Damn.”
“I know,” I groan. “And he made me come twice.”
“Yes, we love that.” She taps my hands excitedly with hers. “I mean, after your ex, the bar is kind of low on what constitutes as good sex, but…”
