Page 48 of Love You, Mean It
Charles: Because you’re obsessed with my dick?
Me:
Charles: So we have sex, and it’s a one and done?
Me: I’m certain you’ve done that before.
Charles: You’d be correct. It’s the only way I’ve done it over the last few years. But it’s never been with someone living in my backyard.
Me: Lucky for you, I’m moving out in a few weeks.
Charles: You think it’s that simple?
Me: Oh, Charles. Life can be as simple as you make it. I don’t like you. That’s simple.
Charles: You sure about that? You did get all dressed up and pretend to have a date, because you wanted me to get jealous.
Me: Because I wanted you to admit that you want me.
Charles: I want you. That’s the easy part.
Me: What’s the hard part.
Me: Oops. Pun intended.
Charles: It can’t be weird after. Harper likes you. We have mutual friends.
Me: I like Harper. I like our friends. You’re the one I have a problem with most of the time. So that won’t change. But we’ll be riding the high of the Bang It Out theory and we’ll be done. For the record, I don’t get attached.
Charles: You’ve never been with me, so you don’t know for certain that it will be that easy to walk away.
Me: Please. I have years of daddy issues I’m overcoming. One grumpy contractor with a nice body is not going to undo years of damage.
Charles: You’re fucking funny, Firefly.
Me: Remember that when you’re falling in love with me. I’m not looking for a boyfriend.
Charles: What are you looking for?
Me: A good time, Charles. A one and done. We bang it out and we walk away. Capisce?
Charles: Capisce? Am I now to believe you’re an Italian mobster?
Me: Believe what you want. I’ve got this figured out. What do you say?
Charles: Fine. I’m in.
Me: Very romantic.
Charles: I don’t do romance, Firefly.
Me: Neither do I. We’re on the same page.
Charles: So we’re doing this?
Me: Yes. Tomorrow when Harper is at school. We’ll meet at your place on my lunch break, and we’ll do the deed.
Charles: I’ve never made an appointment for sex.
