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“You two are just weird,” Annie said, finally turning off the DVD. “Everyone knows that bloke at the sex shop sells dodgy DVDs. And I bet he conned you into his buy 2 get 1 free offer. He just uses it to get rid of his crap. Now, where’s my Othello DVD.”
Sometimes, I had to wonder where I had gone wrong with my children.
Dex
“You want the same again?” Jethro asked, nodding at my empty glass. “Draft?”
“Yeah please, and get him to make sure the glass is cold this time,” I sighed.
Jethro grinned and went off to the bar. I’d been pretty shitty to be around all night. I wasn’t in a bad mood per se, just grumpy as fuck because Katie was out with her buddies and I hadn’t seen her for three days. What with work and family commitments we just hadn’t had time. It also pissed me off that the evening before she’d spent with Carl at Charlie’s parents/teacher conference - for three damn hours. He’d probably been looking at her, wishing she was still his for every single one of those hours.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself, wondering when I’d become such a whining pussy.
Why was I worrying? She didn’t want him, and he didn’t want her, not really. I kinda got the impression he didn’t want her, but liked to think she’d always be there, single and bringing his kids up for him – alone. Yeah well, fuck that – she wasn’t single, not anymore.
I looked down at my cell, hoping she might have texted me, but there was nothing. Aggravated, I pushed it to one side.
“Looking at it won’t make it ring, you know,” Jethro said, putting a cold glass of beer in front of me.
“I’m not expecting any calls,” I replied, avoiding eye contact with him.
“Nope, but you’re hoping.”
I flicked Jethro the bird and picked up my drink, taking a long sip.
“So, it’s getting pretty serious then?” Jethro asked
I shrugged. “I don’t know what you’d say was serious. Do I think about her all the time – yes. Do I want to see her all the time – yes. Do I love her – well no, but I sure do like her a helluva lot.”
“I think you more than like her old man.” Jethro winked at me and grinned.
“What’s more than like?” I asked, frowning at him. “It’s not love, because I know I don’t love her.”
“Yet.”
“I’m not saying it’s not a possibility, but just not at the moment,” I stressed to Jethro with his shit-eating grin. “So how can I more than like her?”
I looked expectantly at him, waiting for his words of wisdom. As always, he thought he was some sort of fucking Life Coach, yet he lived alone in a small apartment above a health food shop because he was paying hundreds every month to a bitter ex for an eleven-year-old kid he barely saw. And why was he living like that – because the good looking fucker couldn’t keep his dick in his pants every time a woman asked him if he was the guy from Game of Thrones. This despite the fact that the guy didn’t have tats and Jethro had two full sleeves to his knuckles and was probably twenty pounds lighter than the guy who screwed the chick with the dragons. So, yeah, he really needed to rethink the idea that he could sort my life out, until he’d worked on his own.
“I think you call it ‘pre-love’,” he stated. “The stage between love and like.”
“What, like pre-cum?” I asked jokingly.
Jethro nodded, looking serious. “Yeah exactly.”
I rolled my eyes and took another long swig of my drink. I didn’t know, maybe he was right, maybe I was more than ‘in like’ with Katie. I knew that we’d gone way beyond just dating, we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but other than that I had no damn clue what to say about us. What I did know was, I was desperate to see her, desperate to spend time with her, and fucking desperate as all hell to bury myself in her. It’d been a while before I met Katie since I’d had sex, now add the three or so weeks of her enticing me with her pretty face, amazing ass, and downright craziness, and I was as horny as a thirteen-year-old boy watching a cheerleading competition.
“So?” Jethro prompted.
“So, what?” I placed my drink down and took a sneaky glance at my cell.
“Are you in pre-love with her?” Jethro folded his arms, holding onto his bottle between his thumb and forefinger, waiting patiently for my response.
I shrugged.
“What sort of fucking answer it that?” he cried.
“The only one I got. I have no idea whether I’m in pre-love with her. Like I said, I like her a lot, so can we leave it at that for now?”
