My words to Ulysses about overthinking things were now coming back to bite me in the ass. Because this time I was the one doing the overthinking.
While my—
I squinted up at the ceiling in his bedroom. A sliver of light came through the drapes and slid across the space.
Light pollution.
My place in the country was pretty dark, but I needed blackout blinds because of the shift-work. Right now, I should’ve been at home in my own bed. Instead of here in—
What the fuck, dude? How hard can it be to say?
Really hard, apparently.
Boyfriend.
Right?
Except…were we that? Yes, he’d met my mother. So that moved the relationship from beyond the realm of fuck buddies.
Right?
On the other hand, he hadn’t introduced me to his pizza-delivery person.
Right?
But was that a sign of wanting to keep me hidden, respecting my privacy, or just not wanting to get into a long-winded explanation of who I was?
Boyfriend? Partner? Fuck buddy?
I just didn’t have an answer.
Instead, I squinted at the clock radio.
2:50 a.m.
Too late to go home to try to get some rest.
Too early to go to the fire hall.
Aside from Fifties, there weren’t a whole lot of places open at this hour.I could go and try to sleep in the SUV.Except if my mind was working overtime here, nothing said it would calm inside my vehicle. Between the animal shelter, my kids with drugs, and Giancarlo, I couldn’t settle.
I slid from Ulysses’s grasp and got out of the bed.
He resettled quickly.
Instead of trying to sort my clothes, I headed for the door. Fortunately, it didn’t creak when it opened. I made my way into the main room.
We hadn’t closed the blinds here, so artificial light flooded the room.
Rain lashed the windows. I hadn’t noticed the wind picking up earlier, but it blew with force.
Glad I’m not out in that tonight.
I headed to the guest bathroom, where I pissed, washed my hands, then threw cold water on my face.
Still no answers were forthcoming.
My fight with Marlon was on repeat.
