“No. We made eye contact in the mirror. It was…kind of hot. He looks really good naked.”
“Did he say anything about it?” Frannie asks, setting the bowl down and curling up on the couch next to Fiona, tucking her feet under her butt.
“I asked him if he felt better, because I had to say something, and he said yes. He kind of apologized, but not really, and I kind of apologized for not knocking. It wasn’t super awkward, it just made me very aware that I am severely in need of a good wall bang.”
“Aren’t we all,” Fiona says ruefully.
“Yes,” Frannie says emphatically.
“But then he started showing me a whole bunch of nanny candidates and they were all young and hot and I don’t know. Getting involved with Grayson seems so dangerous. Like he could drag me into his hot rich guy orbit and I’ll have to fight to get back out.”
“I can see that. He’s definitely alpha.” Frannie nods. She tosses a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
I hesitate. I want to tell them about James and Cas and what maybe felt like a hint at a threesome, but I’m not sure it’s my place to divulge what they shared about their marriage. That was told to me in what I have to assume was confidence, so I have to tiptoe around it.
“Then I had dinner with James and Cas, and well…it all felt so nostalgic and flirty and fun. I felt like I was sixteen all over again, hanging out with James, and yet we’re both full-fledged adults now. He’s married, he’s a dad. I’ve traveled all over. I always knew he was my first love, but spending more time with him now just confirmed it.”
I feel miserable and aroused and excited and confused, all at once.
Fiona pauses with a piece of popcorn at her lips. “Are you still in love with him?”
“No! Of course not.” I’m not. “It was teen love, which is different. I still care about him, though. I just mean…it’s nice to see him again,” I finish, frustrated. I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say.
I don’t know if I’m reading too much into what happened.
Was it really sexual tension or am I just really damn horny?
Or is it both?
I grab a huge handful of popcorn and shove it in my mouth.
“We should go dancing in Charleston this weekend,” Fiona says, dropping her feet to the floor and stealing her sister’s beer. She takes a huge sip. “Let’s get our slut on. Dress up, grind on some guys.”
“No, thank you,” Frannie says.
It doesn’t sound appealing to me either.
I don’t think I want a random guy to hook up with.
But dancing would be a nice distraction. “I’ll spontaneously combust if I grind on a guy, but I’m up for going out.”
“Don’t be a bore,” Fiona says to Frannie. “You’re going.”
Frannie sighs. “I’m not wearing heels.”
“It’s Charleston, not Atlanta. We’ll wear sandals and short dresses. It will be fun.”
What would be fun would be to be naked between James and Cas.
Or Grayson Ross.
Or all three…
Oh, my God.
I reach out and grab the beer from Fiona and drain it.
My mouth is suddenly very dry.
