Moi? Interfere? I’m insulted. I’m also happy to be your wingman anytime. Being married and all, I know how this relationship stuff works
Me
I don’t need a wingman
Crystal
But I’ve always wanted to say that, I think you need unbiased moral support. After all, if you listen to anything Nevada says, god only knows what’ll happen
Me
He’s changed his ways, so leopards can change their spots
Crystal
That’s true. It can be done when you meet the right one
Me
What if she doesn’t feel the same way?
Crystal
That’s why you show her what kind of man you are
Me
Doesn’t she already know that?
Crystal
She knows you as a best friend, not a potential life partner or anything more
I scratch my chin. Maybe Crystal has a point. Amber has only known me as a best friend, and I like to think I’ve been a good one. But she doesn’t know me as a boyfriend, or anything even close. Maybe I do have to step up to the plate and show her what I’m capable of.
Even if she thinks we are only friends who fuck.
Jesus, I’m turning into a sap already.
Me
Your words of wisdom are once again scaring the fucking shit out of me
Crystal
Happy to help, gtg. Remember, girls like pretty things
Me
What does that even mean?
But Crystal doesn’t answer, and my next client is here.
All through the appointment, my mind wanders and I realize I don’t know when I’m going to see Amber again. We didn’t exactly make plans, and Olive is back from Harlem and Indigo’s, so that’ll probably mean I won’t be having sex in Amber’s bed again anytime soon.
Last night was fucking amazing. The best night of my life. I didn’t expect it to be anything less, but her warmth… that’s the thing I love the most. She’s warm, cozy, a princess,my princess.
I also haven’t heard from her since this morning, and nothing since her appointment with Star. I shoot her a quick text after my client is finished up, asking how things went. It’s around school pick up, so I don’t expect her to reply. About five minutes later, my phone beeps with a message.