Ian
Three years earlier
“Oh, my God!”
My coffee almost spills right over my hand.
“I can’t believe it!”
I hear her slide out of bed and move around the apartment.
“You!”
I turn to see her pointing her finger at me.
“You’re a…you’re…”
I sit on a stool, looking at her in amusement.
“How could you?!”
I let her vent. I understood right away that all the bolts are tight on this one.
“Jesus Christ! How did I end up in your bed?”
She storms towards me, clutching the sheet to her chest.
“It’s useless.”
“What is?” she yells.
“You covering yourself with that sheet. You’re fully dressed under there.”
She stops in front of me and peeks under the sheet.
“Oh,” she says in amazement, but still without letting it drop.
“Would you like some coffee?”
“Do you think that would be appropriate?” she asks, wrinkling her forehead.
Then she paces around the counter and sits down opposite me.
“One sugar and some milk please.”
I smile in spite of myself.
I pour her a cup and hand it to her. She takes it and gulps it down.
“Thank God.”
“Er, my name is Ian.”
She looks at me sideways.
“And we…”
“If we’d had sex, I assure you that you’d remember it.”
