Page 53 of Gone for You

“The bed won’t give a shit as long as you’re in it.”

“You say the sweetest things,” I gush, throwing a nugget of sweet crunchy goodness into my mouth and chasing it with a spicy sesame stick.

“Your appetite is seriously impressive.”

“Thank you.”

He chuckles, guzzles down a swallow from his water bottle. Licks a drop off his lip. The spicy peanut that was between my fingers drops in my lap. Now I’m jealous of a drop of water.

“I’m really annoyed right now that I have that doctor appointment and can’t leave early.”

“Me too, but you gotta get your crotch checked out while your legs are dangling in the air.”

“Don’t forget getting my boobs fondled.”

“Ahh, right, right. I know how much you love your boobs fondled.”

“Hopefully I don’t orgasm from her, too.”

He hooks an arm behind his head, elbow bent above him. “I don’t know what this says about me, but I feel a great sense of relief that your doctor is a female.”

I roll my eyes and set my empty bowl on my nightstand; I’ll take care of it in the morning.

“What? I can’t help it! Tell me how you’d feel about another woman tugging on my dick.”

I burst out laughing. “What the hell kind of appointments are you going to?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t. It’s not like I get any pleasure out of my yearly exam, you know?”

“How can you not? Someone’s sticking their fingers in and playing with your boobs.”

I laugh so hard a snort escapes. Covering my mouth, I roll over, pressing the side of my face into the pillow. “Oh my gosh, you are such a goob. That is notat allhow it works.”

His laugh is hardy and loud. “Well, how am I supposed to know?”

Still laughing, I can barely get the words out. “You really thought that every time a woman had to go to her gyno exam we were getting off?”

He shrugs, looking boyish and cute.

“Haven’t you heard us bitch and complain about having to go for our yearly exam before?”

“When would I hear that? Typically anytime a woman starts talking about that shit, I’m out.”

I finally get the laughter under control and I sigh through the last of it. Shaking my head, I tell him, “Hold on. I have to pee now. That was… oh man, that was too good.”

“You do realize I wouldn’t judge you if you brought me in with you, right?” he hollers through the phone as I walk away. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to stop our conversation to use the restroom and I always,alwaysput my phone down and return once I’m finished.

I yell, “I’m not peeing in front of you!” Maybe one day we’ll be at that stage in our relationship but not yet. I don’t even know what kind of relationship we have.

Doing my business, I make quick work of washing my hands, rubbing a makeup removal pad over my face and brushing my teeth while I’m here.

I come back to my phone, fresh faced.

“Feel better?” he asks, lazily. I feel bad keeping him up late knowing he didn’t get home until almost two last night, which would have been later but they close up early if it’s not busy.

“Much.” I snuggle under my covers, prop a pillow on my lap and settle in to chat with my guy. If he is my guy. I want him to be but yet I’m really scared for him to be. Ugh. I’m ridiculous.

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