“Yes, uh… Enjoy your Sunday.”
“Enjoy your Sunday, Andrea,” he says inches from me, his nose softly brushing mine.
“You too.”
His chuckle fans across my face. “You already said that.”
“Oh, right… Did we already kiss goodbye, too? I don’t think we did.”
That’s all he needs to kiss me again, and we keep things more reasonable this time. After one last longing peck, I push myself off him and grab my suitcase.
“I want my underwear back, by the way,” I demand as I walk away.
“I’m keeping it as payment.”
I stop and spin to face him. “For what?!”
“For leaving me high and dry in that bathroom.”
I giggle, shaking my head incredulously. As I walk to my entrance, I glance back at him every few steps. He waits, nonchalantly leaning on the side of his car until I disappear into my building.
Damn, I’m one lucky girl.
Tamika is watching a movie in the living room when I come in, and after a friendly welcome-back hug, I head to my room. A while later, ready for sleep, I send a message to Kate, asking if she’s still up.
I don’t even have to explain myself. She calls on her own less than a minute later. “Hi, babe,” I greet her, excited to hear her voice.
“Hey, Deedee. So, how was the convention?”
“It was great. Hello World is seriously awesome. I saw robots fight to the death today. But I know you’re not into that nerdy stuff, and it’s not why I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh? What is it then?” she asks, curious. She sounds a bit off, almost detached, which I’m not used to, coming from her.
“Are you okay, babe?”
“Yes, of course. Why?”
“I don’t know. You sound off.”
“No, I just sound tired. And now, impatient! What did you want to talk to me about?”
Her explanation isn’t enough to dismiss my concerns, but I decide to give her the time she needs. Whatever’s going on, she’ll tell me when she’s ready. After all, we tell each other everything, which is why I continue with, “I’ve been having sex with Lex all week.”
“Oh my God, yes! I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”
My face is burning with excitement and embarrassment, so I bury it in the pillow. “Yes, you were right. The man is just so…everything. I swear, I feel like I’ll never get my fill of him. For God’s sake, I let him finger me in a crowded bar with my colleagues right next to us.”
“Holy shit, that sounds so hot.”
“It was. Everything he does makes me want him even more. He’s stupid smart, and attractive, and sexy, and handsome… I don’t get it, babe. I’m just… me, and he is a human version of some perfect Greek god.”
“Stop saying that, dude,” she scolds. “You’re the fucking bomb. You’re pretty as hell, you’re smart, you’re witty, you have character, you’re talented, and so many other things.”
“I’m shorter than the average thirteen-year-old, I have a gigantic ass, I have no boobs, my humor is weird, I can’t learn fashion to save my—”
“You’re literally the average height for Mexican American women, Dee. And who gives a shit about any of that anyway? Did Lex make a demeaning comment about your butt? I will unalive his ass if—”
“He likes it,” I cut her off. Heat flashes in my cheeks as I recall his enraptured words from yesterday.Words can’t express how much I adore your ass, Andrea…
