“Yeah, Louise’s parents were really shocked when she came out. I don’t think they really talk much these days. When I was in school with her, she used to tell me how her mum was pretending like it wasn’t happening.”
“Even that isn’t as bad as it could have been. I mean, you hear horrible stories of gay kids’ parents disowning them or even hurting them. I think that’s terrible! I’ll never understand why it matters who you love.” Becca sighed.
“I’m very lucky to have so many people in my life that have that same philosophy.” I nodded.
Becca smiled, snuggling into my chest and I wrapped an arm around her. It felt like I was getting a sneak preview of what it would be like to be straight. Becca would have been a brilliant girlfriend and for a split second, I almost wished Ididfancy her, so she wouldn’t have to be messing around with tossers like Oliver... Then I remembered I’d have to have sex with her if I was straight and I quickly lost interest in the whole idea.
I wondered if Rowan was sexually attracted to his wife. I supposed he must have been, at least at one time, because they had a kid together. Whilst I was keen to know more about his relationship, I was also dreading hearing about it. I just hoped I wasn’t being used as some sort of distraction from a failing marriage.
“Can I choose something for you to wear tomorrow?” Becca asked, leaping out of my arms. She immediately started sifting through my wardrobe whilst I sat and watched, bemused as to where she got her energy after a full day at work. After Becca had pulled practically my whole wardrobe out onto the bed and the floor, she stood back thoughtfully with her hands on her hips.
“I was thinking something casual enough to not look overdressed, but smart enough to be able to go somewhere posh,” she mused.
“Sounds good.” I looked at the piles of clothes.
“What about this?” Becca picked up a shirt and held it out to me.
I hadn’t worn it for years. I wondered if it would still fit. I obediently got to my feet and Becca sat down in my place, watching me. I turned my back on her whilst I whipped my t-shirt off over my head.
“Nicetattoo,” she enthused. “When did you get that?”
“Years ago,” I muttered, remembering the note Rowan had left me on New Years. Clearing my throat uncomfortably, I slid my arms into the sleeves of the shirt before starting to button it up.
“Y’know, you have a really nice body. I had no idea you were so...” Becca paused, searching for the right word and raking her eyes down my torso. “Firm,” she finished, with a wolfish grin.
I rolled my eyes at her. “Trust me, this isnothing.”
“I know. Rowan’s really fit, isn’t he? He did a marathon last year and he goes to the gym, like, every night after work.” Becca nodded. “Has he got a good body?”
I slid my phone out of my jeans pocket and unlocked it. Navigating to my picture gallery, I tapped the photo Rowan had sent me a few nights prior and threw my phone across to Becca. She caught it and turned the phone the right way up. Her eyes widened.
“Fuck me, Rowan sent you that?”
I grinned. “Yep.”
“Holy crap,” she muttered, still staring at the phone. I stepped towards her and snatched my phone from her hands.
“So, yeah. I’d say he’s got a pretty decent body.” I laughed, taking a moment to look at Rowan’s picture again before locking my phone and sliding back into my pocket.
“No shit. I’m not going to be able to look him in the eye on Monday.” Becca smirked, her attention drifting back to my outfit. “Definitely not. That shirt is terrible.”
I glanced in the full-length mirror attached to one of my wardrobe doors and grimaced. “Agreed.”
Becca began rifling through my wardrobe once again, and one by one, I tried each garment on, modelling it for Becca. We eventually decided on a plain white t-shirt with a pair of dark jeans I’d forgotten I had.
Becca looked me up and down thoughtfully. “You look great.”
“Thanks, sweet,” I replied, turning to fuss with my hair.
“I wonder what Rowan’s going to be wearing.” Becca paused, smiling at me through the mirror. “Something unintentionally amazing probably. He always manages to pull that look off.”
“Well, it’s not difficult to be sexy when you look like he does.” I laughed.
“You’re pretty hot too y’know, Max-a-million,” Becca giggled. “I find it curiously erotic that you and Rowan are into each other.” She fanned herself.
I turned and looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “You’re weird, y’know that?”
“Well, duh.” Becca smirked.
