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“She seems young,” Amy said. I shrugged and turned on the radio.
“Who’s watching Kaden? Why didn’t you ask me to babysit?” I asked.
“He’s sleeping over at his grandparents’ house. They have him for the weekend,” she said.
“Oh, right.” I said. Sometimes I forgot that all of Kaden’s dad’s family lived in South Florida. Our parents were in Connecticut with a few of our aunts and uncles. We had a small family unlike Amy’s husband who had a huge Hispanic family that lived all over Florida and some in New York.
“I’m sorry, Josh. This is really bothering me. How old is she? You said her name is Naomi?” Amy asked.
“She’s my-business-years-old,” I said. Amy rolled her eyes and then sighed.
“Josh, I really hope she isn’t a student,” she said, seeing right through me of course. I kept quiet and Amy eventually fell asleep. I didn’t know the point of keeping the truth from Amy but I didn’t want to admit it out loud. I felt like, if I said the words, ‘I’m seeing my student,’ or ‘I’m having sex with a student,’ that would change what Naomi and I actually were. Being with her didn’t feel that simple and shallow.
I pulled into Amy’s driveway and nudged her shoulder. She woke up and yawned then opened the door. “Josh…”
“Good night Amy,” I said. She sighed and got out. I watched her walk to the front door and wave, then she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. That’s when my phone rang. Naomi was calling. “Hey,” I said.
“Are you still awake?” she asked, her words slurred a bit, I smirked.
“Yeah, where are you? Not driving, I hope?”
Naomi laughed, “You sound like an old man. But no I’m not driving. What’s your address?” she asked. I told her and she repeated it to someone. “Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said. Naomi hung up and I drove to my house to meet her. I had just enough time to fix my bed and tidy up the kitchen and living room before I heard a honk out front. I walked to the front window and watched as Naomi stepped out of a black sedan and waved at the car before she hurried to the front steps. She rang the doorbell.
I didn’t want to seem like a creeper, waiting by the door, which is what I was doing but not on purpose. I opened the door after a minute and she grinned. “I was starting to think that you fell asleep,” she said. I offered her my hand and she fell into me a little while she stepped inside. “Wow, I didn’t imagine it looked like this from the outside,” she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I laughed. I closed the door and locked it. Naomi extracted my arm from her waist and took off her heels.
“It means you have a nice house,” she said. “Your sister is really, really pretty by the way,” she added, randomly, on her way to the couch. Before she sat, though, she noticed the patio and went outside instead.
“Thanks, I guess?” I said and joined her outside. It was balmy. Naomi sat on one of the patio chairs, I sat beside her.
“Question?” she said.
“Hm?” I studied her eyes, they were low and sleepy. She pushed her hair over her shoulder and reached a hand towards me, I took it, amused.
“We’re just…having sex, right?” she asked.
“Exclusively, yes,” I said.
Naomi giggled. “I don’t think you know how to do flings properly,” she said. Her head turned towards the pool and she stared at the water.
“What’s a fling anyway? Does that mean we aren’t supposed to talk to each other for days on end and only meet up to—”
“Fuck? Yes,” she said. Naomi turned her head lazily and looked at me. “It’s not like we can date like normal people. What if there were people who go to Southeastern in that bar?” she asked. I blinked at her, honestly I didn’t think about that and she’d kissed me.
“But I don’t want that with you, I want more than sex,” I said. Naomi chuckled.
“Josh, it’s impossible and nonsensical. At least for as long as I’m your student,” she said. “We’re having sex and that’s that,” she said.
My jaw ticked and I let go of her hand and stood, she looked up at me, confused. “Come on, it’s humid out here,” I said. Naomi sighed but stood up and followed me in. I led her to the bedroom and unzipped her skirt when she asked me to. I helped her with the tight top she wore. I found her something to tie her hair with and then changed into pajamas and gave her an undershirt of mine. She fell asleep fast, I studied her face, completely still she looked younger than she was. I was sure everyone did while they were asleep.
There was something about her that I wanted and it wasn’t just to have sex with her, it wasn’t just to talk. I couldn’t put my finger on it and that bothered me. How could I want someone without knowing why? How could I think about her all the time and she won’t even text or call me first? Was the distance really that necessary?
