“Protection,” she murmurs way too closely by my ear.
My dick gets even harder. In a minute, I’m going to be in agony. Blue balls type of agony.
“I can do that.”
“You can do what?”
I sit her down on the cool granite. Should I answer her again? What am I doing right now? She’s totally wasted. She won’t even remember this conversation tomorrow.
“Ooh, that feels much better. Did I tell you that it’s hot in here?”
“Uh, I’m in this apartment with you. I can tell it’s hot as hell in here too.” I laugh.
“So whatcha going to cook?”
“Pasta with olive oil, garlic and tomato sauce. It’s all you have in here.”
“I have all of that?”
“Yep, and if you had a pie crust in here, I could even make you a tomato pie. That’s my specialty.”
“You can cook, Coop?”
Back in Georgia, I used to cook all the time for the family when my mother had to work late or had a parent teacher meeting. I’m actually a pretty good cook. Owens has worked for me all this time and didn’t know that?
“I can cook, and this shit is going to taste like a gourmet meal.”
“You’re a riot,” she says with some sort of indiscernible accent. I think she’s trying to imitate a 1940s gangster.
“What’s funny about me?”
“You think you’re so good at everything.”
“It’s a gift and a curse.”
“You’re not good at everything though.”
She starts swinging her legs back and forth like a big kid. Her heels thump against the cabinet doors. I’ve never seen her so relaxed. It’s a dick move, but this is probably the only opportunity I’m going to get to find out what she’s actually thinking. Why she’s leaving me.
“What am I not good at, Owens?”
“You don’t call your mother enough, you’re a bad communicator, and you have commitment issues.”
I toss the ingredients into the only large skillet that seems to be in her cabinet.
“I spoke to my mother just last night.”
“You never stay with one woman for longer than six months.”
“I’ve never met a woman that warranted sticking around any longer than that.”
“I don’t think you’d know if you met her.”
She leans her head against the spice cabinet.
“I feel dizzy.”
I turn off the pot.
