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started setting the foam boxes out on the counter. “Oh, good. Paper plates and plastic utensils in here. And...want to open a bottle of wine?”
“That would be good.” He got up from the couch and walked into the little kitchen, filling up the space even more alarmingly than he’d filled up the couch.
“Everything for that is in the cupboard by the fridge, including the aerator.”
“Aerator. That’s pretty fancy considering we have paper plates.”
“Yeah, well, we’re celebrating,” she said, dishing rice, chicken tikka masala and naan onto their plates.
“What are we celebrating?” he asked, turning the corkscrew, then tugging the cork out before pouring the wine. He’d skipped the aerator but she wouldn’t be shrewish about it.
“Good sex,” she said. “Which is a lot rarer than you might think.”
“Yeah?” he asked, tipping the glass of wine up to his lips.
“I’ve never had it before you.”
He snorted into his wineglass and sent several droplets of dark red over the edge of the glass. “Really?” he asked, coughing.
“I’ve had okay sex. I’ve had orgasms but...you know I can give those to myself. Have been for six months now. Batteries are cheaper than men, I find.”
She didn’t know why she was telling him this stuff. Normally she’d be embarrassed. But the guy had just bent her over a table so there wasn’t really much to be embarrassed about at this point.
He poured a glass of wine for her, and handed it over. “Where do you eat?” he asked.
“The couch,” she said. “That’s what the coffee table is for. But this place is the size of a goldfish bowl so I find less furniture is better.”
They took their plates into the living room and he sat on the couch. She eyeballed it, and the little wedge of space left for her. David hadn’t taken up so much space, that was for sure.
She let out a breath and sat down next to him, their thighs touching.
“So tell me about the previous sex, which was bad,” he said.
“Uh...not bad. Just...not remarkable. I had a boyfriend in college who was young. You know what I mean by that.”
“Fast?”
“Very.”
“And after that?”
“Two years of celibacy, followed by David. Who I was with for five years. I lived with him for a while. Which I think was kind of the beginning of the end. He was like a fixture, and so was I. And you stop looking at fixtures, especially when you’re busy. And you?”
He took a bite of his rice and looked away. “Before you, I hadn’t had sex in six years.”
Chapter Six
Well, damn. So, he’d confessed
that
. Something about this little velvet couch must have been reminiscent of a psych office. Not that he’d ever been to one. Though, some, like his manager, would argue he should go. Deal with his issues. His grief.
But he didn’t want to. His grief was his blanket and without it...without it he would be exposed.
Though, grief was a damned itchy blanket.
Even so, he was attached.
“You...what?” She blinked rapidly, dark lashes fluttering with the movement.
“Are you asking for me to elaborate or to repeat the statement?”
“Elaborate, please. I was under the impression you just went through a divorce. Though, if you hadn’t had sex in six years, I can see why the divorce was necessary.”
He shook his head. “I got divorced six years ago. Or rather, my wife left me six years ago, I’m not really sure when the thing was finalized. I just signed papers. Neither of us did much. She didn’t want the house. We didn’t have any...kids to fight over.” That always pulled him up. Saying he didn’t have kids.
He didn’t. But he still felt like a father. He still loved a little girl with everything in him, even though she wasn’t here.
“It was an easy divorce,” he said, because that much was true. There hadn’t been any glue holding him and Stephanie together in the end.
He didn’t blame her for it. She wanted to leave their house, leave the town. He didn’t. She
“That would be good.” He got up from the couch and walked into the little kitchen, filling up the space even more alarmingly than he’d filled up the couch.
“Everything for that is in the cupboard by the fridge, including the aerator.”
“Aerator. That’s pretty fancy considering we have paper plates.”
“Yeah, well, we’re celebrating,” she said, dishing rice, chicken tikka masala and naan onto their plates.
“What are we celebrating?” he asked, turning the corkscrew, then tugging the cork out before pouring the wine. He’d skipped the aerator but she wouldn’t be shrewish about it.
“Good sex,” she said. “Which is a lot rarer than you might think.”
“Yeah?” he asked, tipping the glass of wine up to his lips.
“I’ve never had it before you.”
He snorted into his wineglass and sent several droplets of dark red over the edge of the glass. “Really?” he asked, coughing.
“I’ve had okay sex. I’ve had orgasms but...you know I can give those to myself. Have been for six months now. Batteries are cheaper than men, I find.”
She didn’t know why she was telling him this stuff. Normally she’d be embarrassed. But the guy had just bent her over a table so there wasn’t really much to be embarrassed about at this point.
He poured a glass of wine for her, and handed it over. “Where do you eat?” he asked.
“The couch,” she said. “That’s what the coffee table is for. But this place is the size of a goldfish bowl so I find less furniture is better.”
They took their plates into the living room and he sat on the couch. She eyeballed it, and the little wedge of space left for her. David hadn’t taken up so much space, that was for sure.
She let out a breath and sat down next to him, their thighs touching.
“So tell me about the previous sex, which was bad,” he said.
“Uh...not bad. Just...not remarkable. I had a boyfriend in college who was young. You know what I mean by that.”
“Fast?”
“Very.”
“And after that?”
“Two years of celibacy, followed by David. Who I was with for five years. I lived with him for a while. Which I think was kind of the beginning of the end. He was like a fixture, and so was I. And you stop looking at fixtures, especially when you’re busy. And you?”
He took a bite of his rice and looked away. “Before you, I hadn’t had sex in six years.”
Chapter Six
Well, damn. So, he’d confessed
that
. Something about this little velvet couch must have been reminiscent of a psych office. Not that he’d ever been to one. Though, some, like his manager, would argue he should go. Deal with his issues. His grief.
But he didn’t want to. His grief was his blanket and without it...without it he would be exposed.
Though, grief was a damned itchy blanket.
Even so, he was attached.
“You...what?” She blinked rapidly, dark lashes fluttering with the movement.
“Are you asking for me to elaborate or to repeat the statement?”
“Elaborate, please. I was under the impression you just went through a divorce. Though, if you hadn’t had sex in six years, I can see why the divorce was necessary.”
He shook his head. “I got divorced six years ago. Or rather, my wife left me six years ago, I’m not really sure when the thing was finalized. I just signed papers. Neither of us did much. She didn’t want the house. We didn’t have any...kids to fight over.” That always pulled him up. Saying he didn’t have kids.
He didn’t. But he still felt like a father. He still loved a little girl with everything in him, even though she wasn’t here.
“It was an easy divorce,” he said, because that much was true. There hadn’t been any glue holding him and Stephanie together in the end.
He didn’t blame her for it. She wanted to leave their house, leave the town. He didn’t. She
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