“It sucked, but I think they got it, and I’ll be heading home tomorrow.”
“Nice. Can I see you?” He sounds hesitant to ask.
“I promised you a date.”
His sigh of relief whispers through the phone. It’s kinda cute the way he’s so into me. I’ve never had anyone cling to me like this. But really, I’ve never given anyone a chance to.
I just fuck and leave.
“I’m free any night this week,” he says.
“Eager, aren’t you?” I tease.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to make you un?—”
“No, babe, that’s not what I meant. It makes me happy that you want to spend time with me. It’s just all new to me.”
“Oh, okay. If I’m too needy, you can tell me to back off.”
“Have you been told that before?”
“Lots. I just want someone to pay attention to me, and I’m affectionate.”
I’m about to tell him that everyone who’s ever called him needy can fuck off into the sun, but what if I don’t like him being affectionate?
Again, it’s something I’ve never tried, but I am very touchy with Izzy and my dad, so I think I would like his touches.
“I’m sorry that people made you feel that way, but I want you to be yourself on our date. Hiding who you are never works.”
“But what if you don’t like it?”
“We can talk about it, but we need to be honest with each other.” Look at me sounding all in charge and shit.
“That sounds better than what I’m used to.”
“What do you mean?”
“My parents weren’t affectionate, and they discouraged talking about feelings, or you know, having feelings.”
“How can you not have feelings?”
“You need to be a man and hold it in.”
“I don’t think I like your parents.”
“You wouldn’t be the only one.” He laughs. “So what are you going to do tonight?”
“I’ll probably have a drink with my only co-worker who has a brain.”
“Oh, is he hot?” Whit sounds kinda pissy.
Jealous? I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I don’t like to share, so why should he?
“She’s gorgeous.”
“That’s okay then,” he says brightly.
“How do you know I’m not bi?” I ask with fake annoyance.
