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I didn’t bother to say anything more. Pushing my buttons was one of Dorian’s favorite pastimes. It was a safer option to not engage. We worked in silence until she brought the remaining pots over for me to load.
“Daniel called.”
I stopped and looked at her, again seeing the stress in her well-maintained features. “What did he want?”
She smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Me back of course. He knows what he’s missing.”
Moments like these shouldn’t be awkward, but they were. This whole experiment of being roommates had held pockets of these moments, and they continued to take me by surprise.
“So...you two going to try and work things out?”
“Ha. Hell no. He got his one shot, and he blew it. Plus, I know what he’s up to. His first alimony check is due.”
She tried to be nonchalant about it, but I saw that hint of sadness and regret. It was a look I was all too familiar with.
I closed the dishwasher. “I still have plenty of bottles of wine. Too bad you don’t have any of his stuff. Burning things is very therapeutic.”
She cocked her head to the side, frowning at me before breaking out in laughter. Before long, I joined in, and we were both lost in uncontrollable giggles.
“Never knew doing the dishes could be so much fun,” Mom said as she walked into the kitchen.
I wiped tears away as I composed myself. “Gotta find fun in the mundane right?”
“I guess living together has done you two some good.”
“Don’t go getting carried away, Mom,” Dorian said. Before walking out she gave a slight nod in my direction.
As strange as it seemed, living with her had done us some good. Either that or I was back to being my same old naive self, but I felt as if I was getting to know my sister for the first time.
After having to convince my parents it was okay for me to take home a sleeping Shawn, I climbed into my car. I thought about my brief conversation with Dorian; her asking about where I would be tonight. She was lonely, possibly, especially if Daniel called her last night. I’d probably regret this, but I decided to head home instead of back to Malcolm’s.
“Red or white?” Dorian asked when we walked into the house together.
I shifted Shawn in my arms. “You pick. I’m gonna go put him down.”
Once Shawn was in bed, I headed to my room to kick off my shoes and drop off my purse. I grabbed my phone, firing off a text to Mal to see how his dinner went and to let him know I wasn’t coming over. We’d not made any plans either way, but I still wanted to let him know.
Dorian handed me a glass when I got back down stairs. She’d picked one of the Merlots. I’d just taken a drink when my phone went off. I started coughing, choking on the wine, as I stared at my phone wide-eyed.
“You okay over there?”
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath as I continued to stare at my phone in shock.
Sure you won’t change your mind?
And below that message, a picture of his very large, very erect penis.
“Do I even want to know what you’re looking at over there?”
“Um, it’s just Mal. I’d, um, I’d told him I wasn’t coming over.” I took another drink, still staring at the picture on my phone trying to think of a response. Does one respond when you receive a dick pic?
“Uh huh. And that’s why you look like a tomato by the face and grinning like the Cheshire Cat?”
I took a gulp of wine and pressed the button to make my screen go black. “It was nothing. Just Mal being...flirty.”
“Right.”
I sat my glass down and picked up my phone. I started to unlock it but froze, unsure of how to even respond to that. I couldn’t believe he’d sent it. My first ever dick pic. Why was I thinking of it like some milestone to scratch off my bucket list?
