I love him.
I do.
I love him like I’ve never loved anyone.
And that’s both the best and worst thing that could’ve possibly happened to me here.
If he could ever love me back—then we’d live happily ever after.
But if he can’t?—
Well.
Thankfully, that’s not a today problem.
30
ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE HORNY MIND
Heath
I’m foolingaround with Cricket in her apartment Saturday morning when we hear footsteps overhead.
“Shit.” I leap off the bed and lunge for my pants. “Lost track of time.”
Cricket bounces up to sitting, her hair all over the place, breasts sporting new whisker burn courtesy of me, her pussy fully on display as she crosses her legs the way Lav callscrisscross applesauce. “Are you going to the main house today?”
I pause and look back at her, and that’s when I realize what’s going on.
She’s meeting Michael Morgan Stone today.
I growl. “The only place you’re getting orgasms isright here.” I point to my dick.
She grins wider. “I don’t want to sleep with him. I just want to see that he’s real.”
“Normal dude. Farts like all of us.”
“I don’t fart.”
I choke on a laugh as I dance into my pants.
We did this yesterday morning too, but yesterday, I didn’t wait until I heard footsteps to get back upstairs.
Ever since dinner the other night, I feel like I’m walking around on completely different feet.
More stable feet.
Feet that aren’t braced against having the rug pulled out from under them at any minute.
Talking to Cricket—saying the words I’ve never said out loud to anyone about my insecurities with my marriage—she wasn’t horrified.
She didn’t run away.
Didn’t freak out over the facade I put up.
Instead, she did the most Cricket thing, and she made me feel not just okay, butgood.
She reminded me that I get to be human after years of feeling like I had to be so much more.
