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“He does seem gentle with you. Although I hardly see you anymore. Even when you’re home, you’re behind closed doors.” Amy took a big sip but was looking over the rim with huge, accusatory brown eyes.
“I can’t help it. The attraction is crazy. Like a magnet. I’ve enjoyed sex before, but not like this. He does things to me.”
“Like with handcuffs and stuff? Kinky. Nice,” Amy said as he grinned slyly.
“Not like handcuffs, but I probably wouldn’t say no to that with him,” I said trying not to laugh as I felt my face blush. I never blushed before. “I meant he makes me feel different. It’s just different being with him. It’s not just fun. It’s all consuming. It’s intense. It’s mind-blowing.”
“As I’ve heard,” she said sarcastically.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, but your college girlfriend was a freak and not shy about it.” I cocked my head knowing I had here there.
“Touché,” she said as she poured more margaritas into our glasses.
The server came back around and took our orders before we continued.
“Anyway, I’m glad you’re having all the mind-blowing sex. But is this a phase or should I get used to him being around,” Amy paused and tilted her head down but cut her eyes up at me, “always around?”
“I don’t think it’s a phase. It’s not just the sex, although that’s great. But I think about him when he’s not around. And he makes me smile, he makes me feel pretty, and I want to make him smile.”
“Is he capable of smiling?” she asked, sarcasm oozing off her words again.
“Yes, you just don’t know him like I do. Thereissomething. It’s nothing really. But maybe it is.”
She was drinking her margarita but waving her hand at me to continue with the details.
“He seems to be reserved sometimes, or maybe holding back is a better way to say it. Almost like he’s careful what to say around me.”
“Not to defend him since he’s stealing my best friend, but youhavehad some shit happen, which he was involved in. Maybe he’s just treading lightly until all that is behind you guys.”
“Maybe you’re right. He’s otherwise perfect. He’s not a moody guy. Not now. It may be childish, but I think he was like that because he liked me and didn’t know how to approach me.”
“Typical guy. As long as he’s good to you and you’re happy, I’m happy. But one dick move is all it takes for me to hate him. Does he know that?”
The server came to check on us and Amy pointed out the margarita pitcher was getting low.
“Go ahead and bring us another. We may be here a while,” I told the server. Amy clapped lightly like she was at a golf tournament when I ordered more drinks.
Once the server left the table I continued, “Back to what you said, I think he’s a tad scared of you. He knows it won’t take much to lose your approval. But I’m telling you, he’s so amazing. It’s strange.”
“It is strange you think he’s amazing, he always seemed like such an ass.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I meant. I’m so used to jackasses who just wanted a place to stick their cock and had egos for no reason. He’s not like that. It’s all about me, all the time. It’s just, strange. Almost unsettling.”
“Stalkerish,” Amy said under her breath as she put the glass to her lips.
“He’s not a stalker! Is it so hard to believe someone would want me?”
“No, you’re an amazing bitch. But,” she took a dramatic pause and leaned toward me, “like you said, it’sallabout you.Allthetime. Like, he stopped bartending almost as soon as you two hopped in the sack. I’m just saying, seems a little fast.”
“It all happened fast, but it feels right. I always heard when you know, you know. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever.”
“Exactly. What if this is just an intense infatuation? I’m just saying, I don’t want you to get hurt. The higher you go, the harder you’ll fall.”
Our food and the fresh pitcher of margaritas came swooping onto the table. The break in conversation gave me time to think. Was it too fast? Was this all crazy?
No, even if it was fast, it wasn’t too fast. So what if he made it all about me? I liked it. I’ve never had anyone treat me that way and it was amazing. He was amazing. Amy didn’t want me to get hurt and that’s what a best friend would say and feel. But it was right. I knew it.
“We have all this to drink still. Maybe the second pitcher was a bad idea,” I said as I started digging into to my chimichangas.
