“The only people on the entire island who didn’t seem to know this is you and your wife. She’s crushed on you since high school. It was almost lifelong up until you got married.”
Oran runs his fingers through his hair. “Wow. I really had no idea.”
“Yep. I like challenges.”
“It looks like you’re successful,” Oran points out.
The server comes and starts placing our plates on the table. We cease conversation because this is where the key discussion begins. Once she walks away, I pick up the conversation.
“She adores me but would still fuck you.”
He doesn’t look too surprised at my admission and I’m not surprised that he’s considering it.
“And how does that make you feel?”
“I guess the same as you. I’d let her at least once but will fight her if she got the fucking idea to try again.”
“Shit. We’d really do this…” Oran thinks out loud. I’m not stupid, I’ve seen his sexual interest in Karessa and he already knows I planned to fuck Ainslee one day.
“Yeah, if they agreed and it would have to be soon.”
“Why?” He asks like I’m fucking blind.
“You two are already falling if not already in love.”
Oran rolls his eyes heavenward. “And you two aren’t far behind so I see what you mean. We’ll think about it later but know this, youwilltell me what happened with my dad soon. Now shut it and let me eat.”
We dig into the highly unnecessary yet delicious feast.
Karessa
Once we realizedour husbands ran off with each other, Ainslee and I decided to catch up and get our hair done.
“You’re glowing, I can tell it’s been a great trip for you two. And that post the other night! So cute,” I confess.
Oran doesn’t seem like the most emotive type so I know the post was a big deal for both of them and the dreamy look in Ainslee’s eyes confirms it.
“Yes! It’s been rejuvenating and enlightening to say the least.” She makes a sexy face. “And I know you and Jagger have been having a lot of fun.”
I nod. He’s not in the lightest place but it gets better each day. “Yes, I think getting off the island is good for him. He slept a little better last night.”
Ainslee pouts as she thinks about Jagger’s attack. “He’s strong. He’ll pull through.”
“Yeah. I agree.”
We don’t get much talking done after the shampoo because some things are too private for the public even at a spa in Fairhope. Jagger and I have some things scheduled for the afternoon and I want to prepare for our date. It’s actually fun being the one planning the date. Once our hair is done, we find that our husbands are still somewhere bro-mancing - technically, I’m relaying this to Ainslee from my texts with Jagger. I haven’t seen her touch her phone all morning.
“Brunch?” She suggests.
“Hell, yeah!” I agree and hook my arm in hers.
We probably look silly with our height difference but we do not care as we walk down the sidewalk with the wind blowing in our freshly straightened hair, both of us knowing our husbands will fuck up our blow outs at some point today.
I see a men’s wear shop and I point at it. “First, let’s pop into there. I want to get Jagger something.”
“Oh, that’s sweet! You know what size he wears? I don’t know those things.”
I laugh and shake my head as I open the door. “Yes. If you want to get Oran something, I can tell you his sizes.”
