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I remember her face when I walked out of her apartment. She’d basically offered me a blowjob, I’d turned her down because that would fuck with my head more than my dick, and she’d looked at me like I’d thrown her skunk off thebalcony.
Knowing she’s on the other side of town thinking of me has mepressing.
Wes:I particularly enjoyed the hearts doodled on theback.
Her reply comes immediately.
Rena:It was an email Wes. There were no hearts doodled on theback.
My mouth twitches in relief.There sheis.
Wes:I thought I could see the outline of “Mrs. WesleyRobinson.”
Her answer is notrepeatable in politeconversation.
I loveit.
But more than that, I’m glad we’re okay. That I didn’t wreck whatever beautiful, indefinable work/friendship/jokes/charged-looks thing with my actions. I’m honestly not sure what I’d do if I lostthat.
Wes:I’m going to follow up with that guy Ben from the charityevent.
Rena:Soon. But we’re on the righttrack.
Rena:We should talkthough.
Iblow out a long breath.Usually I’m the one to overthink things, but something’s on hermind.
Maybe it’s how we should pitch the app toBen.
Or maybe it’s the way you fucked her and walkedout.
Both arelegitimate.
My gaze scans the outline of the next building over. If the people inside it are as caught up in their own drama as I am, I pray for their poorsouls.
It would all be easier if I didn’t want to fuck her again. If the feel of her squeezing my fingers, arching into my mouth didn’t make me imagine how perfect she’d feel coming around mycock.
A knock comes at my door, and I glance up. A woman in glasses stands on the other side, looking official and irritated. I hold up a finger as my phone buzzesagain.
Rena:Beck says you have a debateWednesday.
She wantsto talk at my first debate? Hell no. If it’s about the app, fine, but if she wants to discuss what went down between us in front of a bunch of high school kids I’m responsiblefor…
There are bettertimes.
Like in the dentist’schair.
While I’m giving a formalpresentation.
During a liver transplant, hers ormine.
Wes:I’ll be busy with teenagers. Anothertime.
Rena:I’ll see youthere.
Irubmy fingers over mytemples.
I don’t know how to respond to that, so I set the cell phone on my desk and answer thedoor.
