Andrew:I know it does.
I took a deep breath and held my fingers over the keys, trying to figure out whether it was appropriate to say it, or whether it was too much.Fuck it.
Pippa:I miss how things were between us.
Andrew:Me too.
Andrew:I miss you.
My heart practically soared.
Pippa:So how do we go back to the way things were?
Andrew:Do you want them to go back to the way they were?
Pippa:Of course I do.
There was a really, really long pause. He finally replied.
Andrew:I don’t know then.
Pippa:We should probably not have sex again. No matter how good it was.
Andrew:Well, then how aboutnothighlighting how good it was right off the bat.
Pippa:But it was. Perhaps the best sex I’ve ever had.
Andrew:Pippa! Stop!
Pippa:Wasn’t it good for you?
Andrew:It was good. More than good.
The typing paused.
Andrew:Best sex I ever had.
Every single nerve, fiber and cell in my body flushed with heat.
Andrew:Seems like it might not be possible to go back to the way things were between us . . .
Pippa:Unless we both go out and have better sex with other people.
Andrew:Hahaha! I’m not sure that’s the solution.
Pippa:Sure it is, you can’t be the best sex I’ll ever have for the rest of my life, can you? There’ve got to be hundreds, maybe even thousands of men on the planet that are better in bed than you.
Andrew:Wow! I’ll try not to take offence at that.
Pippa:I’m sure there are many women who are better than me. Porn stars – they have sex for a living. They’re probably far better than me.
There was a really long pause in the conversation again. The dots started bouncing, as if he was typing, and then they stopped abruptly and didn’t start again. It was as if he’d just deleted what he wanted to say.What had he wanted to say?
Andrew:So you think I should go and have sex with a porn star?
Pippa:Exactly!
Andrew:Maybe I don’t want to have sex with a porn star.
