Farzan
Tell you when I see you
Soon?
David smiled and pressed his phone against his chest.
Yeah, they’d see each other soon.
“Boyfriends,” he sighed.
David couldn’t quite believe it. But it felt right, as he said it.
Boyfriends. The last thing he’d expected when he and Farzan had fought outside Shiraz Bistro. Did that make it their first fight? Davidwasn’t exactly hoping to argue more, but still, the aftermath had been hard to beat. The only thing that would’ve made it better was makeup sex.
But they hadn’t had any makeup sex. They’d barely seen each other since, with both their schedules so full. David was half-tempted to show up at Shiraz Bistro after closing to see if Farzan wanted to hook up in one of the booths—or maybe on top of his desk, health and safety be damned.
It had been a long time since David had craved someone the way he craved Farzan. Dreamed about his lips. Ached for the next time they could be together.
Ah, shit, he had it bad, didn’t he? Exactly what he told himself wouldn’t happen. Exactly what he’d warned Farzan not to do.
But here they were. Boyfriends. And David missed his.
David
Yes please
I miss you
David hit send before he could talk himself out of it.I miss youwasn’t too clingy. It was a normal thing to say to your boyfriend (his boyfriend!) when you hadn’t seen each other for several days.
He slid his phone into his pocket and grabbed the black plastic tub he used for glass recycling. The city would take everything else, but not glass; thankfully, Ripple Glass had one of their big purple recycling bins on the way to Aspire.
He stuck the tub in his trunk. The worst part of recycling day was hearing the constant clanking of the bottles as he drove, and the alarming clash if he hit a pothole. As he headed back inside to get ready for work, his phone buzzed.
He smiled to himself. That last message must have worked better than he thought.
“Hey, handsome,” he said. “Miss me too?”
“Handsome?” Ayesha’s voice was dry and dubious. “And Idomiss you, which you would know if you ever answered any of my texts.”
“Ah, shit,” David said, guilt setting his ears aflame. “I’m sorry, Ayesha. Life’s been…”
“Hectic? Busy? Chaotic?” He couldn’t see her, but he could just picture an eyebrow arching. “When is it ever not?”
“Yeah.”
“So, handsome, huh? You seeing someone?”
“Maaaaaybe,” he said, reaching for a tissue on the kitchen counter. The weather had turned cool and crisp, and even the short walk to his car and back had given him the sniffles. “We made it official a few days ago. That’s why I didn’t text you back.”
“Which time?”
He deserved that.
“Last Friday. I was about to text you when my dad showed up with his new girlfriend.”
“New girlfriend? Wait, what does that have to do with you seeing someone?”
