Dude blinked once, unimpressed.
I pulled the coffeemaker to the side instead of arguing with the cat where he could sit. “I am such a pushover, it’s total anarchy around here.” I cleared our empty beer bottles off the table while she stacked the food on the counter and turned the heat on the griddle.
“Bacon?”
I said, “Yes, and sausages. Let’s add beans and toast, so it’ll be like a British breakfast, that seems like he’ll like it.”
She nodded, picking out a can of beans and pulling meat from the drawer in the refrigerator. I got out a loaf of bread and the strawberry jam.
She asked, “Are you cooking or am I? Because I’m kinda shocked, it’s hard to focus.”
“I’m cooking, I’m famished,somuch sex last night.”
“With Torin — you had so much sex with Torin?”
“Why do you seem so confused about it? He’s hot and handsome, and I love him, yes, we had a ton of sex last night?—”
“I know he’s way hot, it’s just, wild, he’s like a whole ‘nother level of hot. Like if you were saying ‘I just had sex with Brad Pitt last night,’ I would be equally shocked. He was sitting out there and there was something in his face, like he iswhipped, girlfriend.”
“He is, he is so whipped.” My eyes went far away. I sighed.
She said, “One of us has to cook.”
I shook my head, dislodging the memory of his hands on me, his body pressing on me, the power and force of him. “I’m cooking, I’ll concentrate.”
I began peeling bacon from the package.
She asked, “And you never had sex with him before?”
“Never, I told you this a million times.”
“I know, just checking.” She leaned on the counter. “Was it, you know, good?”
“It was so good, oh my god, Jen, it was amazing.” I added, “I love him so much, I think my heart is just completely his. I know it. I love him?—”
“Wow, that is awesome, sweetie, it’s complicated, he’s you know, not from here, and doesn’t understand really anything about the world and?—”
“It doesn’t matter, I don’t care about any of it. I feel like I’ve known him forever, he is somehow mine, and I’m his. It’s been slowly becoming, but last night it hit me, like it was only him, ever, always.”
“You sound like you got hit by a freight train of passion.”
“Yep.”
The bacon and sausages were sizzling. I said, “Are you going to just ignore that I called him my husband?”
“Yeah, I cannot figure out what that even means, so what, you got engaged?”
“It was our wedding night.”
She narrowed her eyes, “If I know anything, it’s thatthatisn’t how a wedding works. Did he tell you that to get you to sleep with him?”
I grinned. “I told him that to get him to sleep with me.”
“Ha ha, very funny, you didn’t have a wedding, sweetie, it doesn’t count.”
“It does, we wanted to marry, he asked me and I said yes, then I realized we can’t, not really, because he doesn’t have any paperwork.”
“Right, he doesn’t have any paperwork, weird.”
