“Happy year to us.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to make a big deal about it with you.” I hadn’t even thought about it. But the year mark was last week. April 21.
“It’s okay,” she said. “But let’s throw a party when you get back. Have Chef make some fancy appetizers, charge by the head, it will be fun.”
“That does sound fun,” I said, reading through the points on the contract. They seemed the same as last year.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you mocking me?”
“What? No! Did it sound like I was?”
“That just normally wouldn’t be your thing.”
“Well, it’s my thing now.”
“I think I love Elijah.”
I rolled my eyes but then smiled. “He’s actually so great and fun and funny, and I really like him.” I signed on the line at the end, next to her signature.
“I’m happy for you.”
“But…” I said, trying not to get ahead of myself. “He doesn’t live here, so this is just…” I waved my hand toward the door, indicating where he sat beyond it.
“Sutton is letting herself have a fling?” Raya practically screamed.
“Shhhh!” I hissed. “No… I mean, yes? I don’t know what it is.”
She laughed. “You don’t need to. It’s good for you not to constantly have everything about your life planned.”
“I guess,” I said, putting the clipboard on the desk.
She took me by the shoulders and shook me back and forth. “It’s a good thing.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay. It is.”
“Is his body as nice as his face?” she asked.
“Raya!”
“What? I’m gay, I can ask questions like that. It’s for scientific purposes only. So… is it?”
“Yes, it is. But we haven’t…”
“You haven’t what? You haven’t slept with him yet?” Her eyes went wide with her second question.
“No, it’s been complicated. I’ve been with my mom and sleeping in a twin bed.”
“Okay, that makes sense. No wonder you brought him this weekend.”
I gasped. “It had nothing to do with that.”
“Sure it didn’t.”
“Oh my god, pull yourself together,” I said.
“I’m not the one having a fling.”
“You said it was good for me!”
