“Nothing exciting is going on in my life. I like yours much better.” She popped a few blueberries into her mouth and averted her gaze.
“Lucy, please, just tell me why you won’t date the guy. He is crazy for you.”
“How do you even know he is crazy for me?”
“Please,” I said, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “Have you even seen how the guy looks at you? I’ll admit he is hot as fuck.” She gave me a quick grin. “And still he is like a puppy following you around. You keep kicking him out of your bed, but whenever you turn around he jumps right back in.”
“He really is hot as fuck. We did good, didn’t we?”
I waved my hand dismissively. “I have no idea what I’m doing right now, but you definitely did good. You should hold on to him, Lucy.”
She put down her bowl of blueberries and sighed. “If I talk about the annoying bastard, you’ll give me a few details about how Jason is in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. This is called blackmail by the way, if you didn’t know.”
I quirked my eyebrow and waited for her to go on.
“Fine. I never intended to sleep with him more than once, okay? Then it just got out of control. And you don’t see him at school; it’s not like he is running around after me. He is flirting with everything that moves and has a vagina. I have no idea why he keeps coming back for more.”
“Are you sure about the flirting? I mean, do you know if he is sleeping with anyone else? If he is, I have no idea how the heck he is keeping up.”
“Of course I’m sure. I don’t think he is sleeping with anyone else though.”
“I think he is trying get your attention with all the flirting. I’m telling you, that guy is head over heels in love with you. He is just waiting for you to do something about it.”
She rose up from the floor and went back to the kitchen. “I’m going to use this state of the art espresso machine and not talk about freaking Jameson any more.” She pointed her finger at me and wiggled her eyebrows. “And I believe you owe me some details about your beloved husband. Gimme.”
“Pfff,” I snorted. “Husband my ass.”
Playing with the buttons on the espresso machine, she looked at me over her shoulder. “Get your ass over here so I can actually hear you.”
Reluctantly, I lifted myself up from the comfy couch and made my way toward her. No way in hell was I going to try to sit on those bar stools though. I pretty much hated all six of them with a burning passion.
“Okay, you have a limit of two questions. Choose wisely.” I leaned over the counter and rested my chin on my hands.
“Stop grinning, you dork.” She laughed at my expression. “Okay. Just let me think about it for a second. Closing her eyes, she donned her thinking face and started humming. “Okay, I won’t ask if he was any good, because, duh…your lips are about to split from all that grinning you’re doing. I won’t ask if you came, because again…duh… I feel like I wanna ask how long he lasts…nah, I won’t ask that either.”
My grin turned into laughter. “Come on. I said small details. Ask something that’s been eating at you for all these years.”
“Fine. Is he big? I just gotta ask that.” I opened my mouth to answer but she covered my mouth with her hand. “No! Don’t say it; show me how big.”
“Okay.” Grinning, I lifted my hands and slowly started parting them. Her smile got wider and wider.
“Yowza! Damn woman. What is that eight, nine inches? You lucked out. Damn.”
Blushing a little, I laughed. “Okay, do you have a second question?”
“Crap. If I’d known you were actually going to answer them, I’d have made a list. I can’t decide on the best question when you put me on the spot. Okay, does he talk when you’re, you know…doing it? I mean, is he a dirty talker? Because if he is, I might just pass out right here in his kitchen, and then you’ll have to nurse me back to health and I’ll get to stay here.”
“You don’t have to pass out to stay here, Lucy.”
Already fanning herself, she said, “Go ahead, answer. He is a dirty talker, isn’t he? He has to be.”
“Yes.”
Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “That wasn’t a yes or no question, woman! You have to give me more than that.”
“Sorry.”
She dropped to her knees and put her arms on the edge of the island I was leaning on. “Pity me, Olive. For the love of our friendship. Please.”
“Yeah. No way.”
She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I hate you. Okay. Okay, I can live with this. Holy shit, but you are lucky.”
Was I?
He was definitely beyond amazing in bed, best I’d ever had, but was I really lucky?
“I’m not so sure about that. I mean, is he just sleeping with me because he can’t sleep with anyone else right now? Are we dating now? Are we husband and wife? What the hell are we?”
“Easy there.” She got up from the floor and made it to the espresso machine again. “You’ll figure it out.” She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Eventually. I’d say, just keep living in the moment for now. My money is on you staying married, though, just so you know. I saw you guys together. There is no way he’ll let you go.” Turning her back to me, she played with a few buttons on the machine. “Do you have any idea how to work this thing?”
“Not at all, but I would assume you have to plug it in first.”
She huffed and went for the kettle. “Tea it is then.” Her phone pinged with a new text and she abandoned the kettle to get to it.
“Who is it?” I asked when she made an annoyed sound.
“No one.” She dropped the phone back in her bag and came to my side. “The tea will have to wait though. I have to head out.”
“Is everything okay?” I straightened from the island and faced her.
She rubbed her eyes and bounced on her toes. “Look,” she started.
“Uh-oh.” That was not a good start to any conversation.
“No uh-oh. It’s just that I’m not sure if I should tell you this or not. I mean it shouldn’t affect you in any way…but maybe it will… Ah hell.”
“Cough it up, Lucy.”
“I saw Marcus and Char kissing,” she blurted out all at once.
“Marcus and our Charlotte?” I frowned. “No way. Are you sure it was them? I mean…how…when?”
“Since they were doing it in our living room…yeah, I’m pretty sure it was them.”
“Whoaa…” I took a step back and leaned against the edge of the bar stool, making the damn thing scratch the floor. “I did not see that coming. Do you know how it happened? I mean, our Char with my Marcus? Really?”
“Your Marcus?” Lucy asked gently.
“You’re right. Not mine, I guess. Could that be why she’s been shutting me out lately? Did she think I would get mad or something? She barely responds to my calls and texts. I assumed it was because of her workload, but now…”
“To be honest, I had no idea either. I think Marcus still has a thing for you. He always did, even after the break up. You should’ve seen him when Jason came to collect your drunk ass. I thought for sure he was going to clock Marcus with the way he was acting. Then again, from what I saw, it didn’t look like he was kissing Char for the first time either.”