“Well.” Tessa ushered us into her office. She seemed all too delighted to see Greg and me holding hands as we walked into the room together. We took a spot together on the couch, and I had to hold back from leaning into Greg.
Self-restraint was what I told myself I needed today, especially with Greg running around the office and stopping to call me into his office every few hours and stealing kisses behind the closed door. It felt like we were in a fairy tale, but I was slowly waiting for the villain to pop out of nowhere and break us apart.
“I’m assuming the date went well?”
I looked over to Greg and then back to Tessa.
“I think so.”
“I know so.” Greg nudged at me with mockery. “Did you have fun?”
He looked at me with raised eyebrows because he knew I had fun, so much fun, especially this morning with his head between my legs and me moaning out his name as he led me to my third orgasm within the first ten minutes of us being awake.
My cheeks heated and I turned my attention back to Tessa who was watching us closely with amusement.
“It was amazing.”
“That sounds more like it.” Greg leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“I’m glad to hear it went well, but I want you to tell me what went wrong since then, because from the look of you, Greg, I can see you moving into Lilly.” Tessa pointed at where we were sitting. “But you, Lilly, you keep leaning away. It isn’t much, but it is noticeable.”
“We did have some miscommunication yesterday.” Greg spoke up. “I didn’t text her and then she retaliated by not answering me. Then she went rogue with hanging out with her friends and none of us knew where she was and I was worried sick.”
“Did you two talk this out?” Tessa looked over to me and I realized we hadn’t. We had had sex and felt better after a night of sleep, but we hadn’t discussed what had happened last night.
“Yea—”
“No, we didn’t.” I cut Greg off because I knew in his head he thought we did talk. This was always how he was, he tried to distract so there wouldn’t be any more problems. We talked his way, which even at work and even being his friend for so long, I knew that meant very little to no talking at all to solve things. He normally just forgot about it and moved on.
“And why didn’t you?” Tessa was focused on me now.
“Because we had sex, instead. I mean, it was hot angry sex,but,” and I emphasized that but while looking over to Greg, “we’ve never really talked about the hard stuff when things were bad.”
“What do you mean? We always talk stuff out.” Greg looked appalled as he took his hand out of mine. He was creating space between us, and I knew my next statement was going to drive a wedge.
“You just think we talk.” I held up my hand to stop the argument that I knew was about to come. “We never talk. You get angry and then just shut down, simmer in it for a few hours and then brush it under the rug, forget about it, and go on with your life.”
“Is this true, Greg?” Tessa had her pen and pad out now, writing vigorously.
“I don’t like confrontation. It doesn’t help anyone if we argue and get mad at each other. I don’t see the point to it, so I don’t do it.” Greg shrugged his shoulder, like what he was saying wasn’t a big deal.
“But that’s the thing! You aren’t thinking about others!”
I moved away from Greg on the couch, making the space between us grow and I could see Tessa calculating just how many moves we were taking to be further apart.
“I think about you all the time, what are you talking about?!” Greg’s voice started to grow louder.
“But are you thinking about us?” I countered his question with one that rang true. At the beginning of all of this we had together about us, about being together in this, but the longer this has drawn out, the most it’s become about us as individuals. What we wanted out of this, not what we needed as a couple to make this work. I realized now that that was our downfall here. We had started strong, but I was pushing him away, and when I was finally coming around to thinking this could work, the whole dynamic of us changed.
We sat there with Greg’s arms crossed over his chest and me brooding in the corner. Last night and this morning I was his. I still was his, but was he mine? That was the question that kept poking at the front of my mind as I began reading the titles of the books along Tessa’s wall again.
“I want to ask something,” Tessa spoke up after filling two pages on her pad. God, I would kill to know what she thought of us and was writing down. We probably looked like a train wreck to the outside world, and it wasn’t like it wasn’t true, but if they knew just how good we were together, ifwerealized just how good we were together. I huffed and gave into her comment.
“Sure.” I looked over to Greg who was staring at the wall and lightly kicked him with my leg.
“What?” He scolded me, leaning down to rub his shin.
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.” I waved him off. “Tessa wants us to ask us something.”
