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excited for this. You're going to come over tomorrow night, right?"
"It's my night off." I remind him and myself. "I'll be there at seven. I'm cooking, so don't touch anything. I'll bring everything I need."
"You just need to talk to her, Jess." He motions towards Rebecca's closed bedroom door. "You two need to have it out with each other. Until you do that, it's always going to be like this."
I nod as I watch him walk through the door and out of my everyday life for good. He's right. Until I talk to Rebecca about what happened with Nathan, things are never going to be right between us. There's no time like the present.
"Did he go?" Her voice startles me enough that I almost lose my balance. I have to wonder if she was listening to the two of us talking about her.
"He's gone," I offer as I finally turn to face her. "You didn't come out to say goodbye."
She shrugs her shoulders. "We weren't close. Not like you and I…"
"I'm still looking for a place." I want her to realize that I was serious when I told her that I'd be moving out too. Every night when I get home after work, I scurry to my room like a timid mouse afraid that the big, bad cat will catch me in its grips.
"You don't have to." She doesn't pull her gaze from the floor. "It would be cool if you stayed. We can look for another roommate."
The offer is touching, albeit completely misplaced. I know that she has to feel the same awkward tension floating through the air every time we happen upon one another. She's gotten surprisingly good at avoiding me at all costs. "I think I need to go."
"I'm sorry about everything, Jess." Her voice cracks slightly. "I was just trying to help."
"You've helped me more than anyone I've ever known." They aren't just words strung together to appease her anxiety. They are real, true and meant with love and affection. "You helped me escape Connecticut and my life with Josh."
"Bryce told me you were thinking of going back." She finally looks at me. "You can't, Jess. It's a hellhole."
I laugh out loud at the description. "It is a hellhole." I nod my head in eager agreement. "I don’t belong there. I don't really belong anywhere right now," I whisper. It's not meant to garner any sympathy from her. It's just how I feel.
"My door is always open." She glides her hand through the air. "My home is yours."
I feel a sense of comfort with the words. "That means a lot."
"Anything I've done is because I want to protect you." She glances at me. "We're going to work at this and get back to being best friends."
"We are best friends." I pull her into a weak embrace. "We'll fix it," I say believing that in time we will.
Chapter 21
"There's a rule that you keep breaking." He's standing in the doorway of the bedroom, his pajama bottoms slung low on his hips. I can just see a few stray hairs poking over the waistband. Even like this in the dim light of the room, he's the most desirable man I'll ever lay eyes on.
"Whatever." I look back down at my tablet. "I need to become a prostitute I think."
"What?"
"I think I need to start turning tricks." That's hooker lingo, right? That's what they call it?
"You're the most fascinating person I've ever met." He's on the bed next to me now. "Where do you come up with all this bullshit that comes out of your mouth?"
"It's like this." I place the tablet on his lap and pull the sheet up to cover my breasts. "I look up apartment listings and on the side are all these advertisements for call girls."
"Call girls?" He glances down at the tablet. "You mean these listings asking for female models?"
"Yes." I nod. "That's code for prostitute." I pull air quotes around the last word for extra added emphasis.
"I'll pay you to fuck me." He pulls the waistband of his pajamas down to reveal his cock. "You name the price. How much is your body worth?"
I wince at the words. We haven't spoke of the bet in weeks. It's become a difficult, and not constant, memory at this point. Suddenly, it's boiling inside
"It's my night off." I remind him and myself. "I'll be there at seven. I'm cooking, so don't touch anything. I'll bring everything I need."
"You just need to talk to her, Jess." He motions towards Rebecca's closed bedroom door. "You two need to have it out with each other. Until you do that, it's always going to be like this."
I nod as I watch him walk through the door and out of my everyday life for good. He's right. Until I talk to Rebecca about what happened with Nathan, things are never going to be right between us. There's no time like the present.
"Did he go?" Her voice startles me enough that I almost lose my balance. I have to wonder if she was listening to the two of us talking about her.
"He's gone," I offer as I finally turn to face her. "You didn't come out to say goodbye."
She shrugs her shoulders. "We weren't close. Not like you and I…"
"I'm still looking for a place." I want her to realize that I was serious when I told her that I'd be moving out too. Every night when I get home after work, I scurry to my room like a timid mouse afraid that the big, bad cat will catch me in its grips.
"You don't have to." She doesn't pull her gaze from the floor. "It would be cool if you stayed. We can look for another roommate."
The offer is touching, albeit completely misplaced. I know that she has to feel the same awkward tension floating through the air every time we happen upon one another. She's gotten surprisingly good at avoiding me at all costs. "I think I need to go."
"I'm sorry about everything, Jess." Her voice cracks slightly. "I was just trying to help."
"You've helped me more than anyone I've ever known." They aren't just words strung together to appease her anxiety. They are real, true and meant with love and affection. "You helped me escape Connecticut and my life with Josh."
"Bryce told me you were thinking of going back." She finally looks at me. "You can't, Jess. It's a hellhole."
I laugh out loud at the description. "It is a hellhole." I nod my head in eager agreement. "I don’t belong there. I don't really belong anywhere right now," I whisper. It's not meant to garner any sympathy from her. It's just how I feel.
"My door is always open." She glides her hand through the air. "My home is yours."
I feel a sense of comfort with the words. "That means a lot."
"Anything I've done is because I want to protect you." She glances at me. "We're going to work at this and get back to being best friends."
"We are best friends." I pull her into a weak embrace. "We'll fix it," I say believing that in time we will.
Chapter 21
"There's a rule that you keep breaking." He's standing in the doorway of the bedroom, his pajama bottoms slung low on his hips. I can just see a few stray hairs poking over the waistband. Even like this in the dim light of the room, he's the most desirable man I'll ever lay eyes on.
"Whatever." I look back down at my tablet. "I need to become a prostitute I think."
"What?"
"I think I need to start turning tricks." That's hooker lingo, right? That's what they call it?
"You're the most fascinating person I've ever met." He's on the bed next to me now. "Where do you come up with all this bullshit that comes out of your mouth?"
"It's like this." I place the tablet on his lap and pull the sheet up to cover my breasts. "I look up apartment listings and on the side are all these advertisements for call girls."
"Call girls?" He glances down at the tablet. "You mean these listings asking for female models?"
"Yes." I nod. "That's code for prostitute." I pull air quotes around the last word for extra added emphasis.
"I'll pay you to fuck me." He pulls the waistband of his pajamas down to reveal his cock. "You name the price. How much is your body worth?"
I wince at the words. We haven't spoke of the bet in weeks. It's become a difficult, and not constant, memory at this point. Suddenly, it's boiling inside
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