I mean, not by choice??
A wildfire spreadsacross my cheeks. Mortified, I slip beneath my comforter, covering myself as if it could protect me from the embarrassment of admitting that I clearly have not had sex in ages.
Bridget
God why are we even talking about this? I’m mortified. Byeeee.
Will
Stop, don’t be ridiculous. We can talk about anything. You know that.
This is a safe space.
LOL
I snort,feeling a bit more relaxed. And that’s the thing about Will: no matter what, he manages to appease me, keep me calm. It’s not the words he uses but something about how well we understand each other.
But I won’t deny the wine is playing a part in this whole thing, though.
Bridget
Nope. We’re not talking about this.
Will
Fine.
Bridget
Fine.
Will
Fine.
…
But don’t you miss it, though?
Bridget
Miss what?
Will
Sex.
Something about seeingthe word on the screen, it finally popping up in our conversations, sends a current of electricity up and down my spine.
My breathing quickens, pulse races. I feel the blush creeping up my neck once again as I consider what to reply. Normal Bridget would play it cool, but two-and-a-half-glasses-of-cheap-wine Bridget just… doesn’t. She’s over this unspoken tension between us.
Bridget
Yes. I do.
More so lately.
Especially since youcame blazing into my life out of nowhere.
