Page 10 of Snowed In
“Small difference,” she argues. “Do you want me to come home?”
“No. I thought you were studying. Orgasms are much more—” I lock eyes with Christian as he enters the room, and his brows shoot up.
“Much more important,” I finish, accepting the glass of water from him with as much dignity as I can muster.
“You’re important,” Frankie says firmly. “I can orgasm at home.”
“I know you can. I hear you all the time.”
“So, I’ll—”
“Frankie, I’m serious. I’m going to grab a taxi and watch TV. I was just trying to give you an excuse to take a night off.”
“But—”
“Enjoy yourself,” I say, glancing at Christian, who’s studiously examining a poster for next week’s karaoke night. “But thank you for offering to give up sex for me. I know it’s been a while.”
“I’m not even mad about the jibe because it’s true. Text me when you’re back.”
“I will.”
“Don’t faint again.”
“I won’t,” I promise, and Christian turns back as we hang up. “My grandmother.”
“It’s good to keep in touch,” he says, without missing a beat. He peers at me, but his concerned expression clears slightly at whatever he sees. “You look better already.”
“I do?” I feel better. I only realize it then and take a few sips of the water to make sure.
“Got you these as well,” he says, brandishing a small packet of peanuts. “I wasn’t sure what was best.”
“Iron,” I say. I watched twowhat to do after giving bloodvideos before I went into the clinic and then proceeded to follow none of the advice. “But I’m going to guess they’re all out of spinach.”
“It is a Friday, Megan.”
I smile, taking the snack as my eyes drift down to the stain now covering half his shirt.
“If you offer to pay for my dry-cleaning again—”
“I wasn’t going to,” I say, even though I definitely was. “I think I’m going to go home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely.”
As if on cue, the bathroom door swings open, nearly hitting Christian in the butt as a group of women stumbles inside. They take one look at him and start giggling, all of them delightfully tipsy, but he doesn’t seem to notice, holding the door open as he focuses on me. Our gazes meet like this is something we do every night, and then he tilts his head.
“I’ll walk you out,” he says, and he does just that, shepherding me through his new fan club and back into the din.
“Do you usually come here?” he asks, as I shrug on my coat.
“God no,” I say before catching myself. Crap. This could be his local. “It’s nice and all, but I usually…Uh…”
“Megan?”
I don’t answer, distracted as I catch sight of two people making out in one of the nooks nearby. One a complete stranger and the other…well. You have to laugh, or else you’d cry, right?
Just kidding, I’m definitely going to cry later.
