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He absolutely makes me melt.
“We went to see some kabbalist I know and prayed a bit for his grandmother. It loosened up some of his tension and dissipated his feelings of helplessness.”
“Wow, what a charming idea! Well done, thank you so much. You’re such an amazing woman. Wait for me, Sam, please! I’ve got a show in two days, but I’ll be back. I’m not disappearing.”
I immediately calm down, enveloped by feelings of happiness and satisfaction. I turn to him, put my palms on his shoulders, approach and let him smell my skin, using my expertise in the arts of seduction.
“We’re alright. What needs to happen will happen, Michael. Everything you’ve given me during these wonderful days will stay with me forever. I’m here, waiting for you.” I lustfully kiss his lips. He’s wonderful. “Please let me know you’ve made it there safely, so I won’t be worried about you.” I give him a long, deep hug.
“I promise.” He looks at me and smiles.
We head to the huge living room in an embrace. Inviting couches and sofas are tastefully scattered across the room and we take a seat on one of the sofas in the center of the room.
“Good morning, boys and girls,” Avi announces that he’s awake. “Coffee?” He looks at me and again devours it all.
“Please,” I whisper, and he holds out a luxurious cup of cappuccino, placing the other mugs on the table. We quietly and gratefully sip from them.
“So when does your flight leave?” Avi breaks the silence.
“I have to leave at eight.” He glances at the Rolex on his wrist.
“So come on! You need to hurry up,” he rushes him. “Have you packed everything?”
Michael lets out a rolling laugh.
“Are you kidding me?” he protests. “Don’t forget I’m the one who’s in charge of shopping and packing in this house,” he explains, “which is a good thing since, if it were up to you, we’d just keep buying the same thing over and over. Although, chances are, you’d wear the same thing. Please don’t forget who takes care of clothes for you around here,” Michael jabs.
Avi nods in full agreement. “What can I say? I probably prefer being naked. That’s why those things don’t really interest me.” He rolls his eyes and we all laugh together.
“Well, Sam, so what’ll you be doing today?” Michael asks.
“I’ll probably go back home; I hope I’ll be able to see Roy today.”
“Can I get your phone number?”
“Are you sure?” I answer with my typical sarcasm. “It’s customary to ask for a phone number before sex, not after, but given your remarkable performance, I’ll make an exception just this once.” I try to contribute to the relaxed atmosphere while making sure Avi understands that the relationship between Michael and me has long since escalated. Just so he won’t have any doubts about that. Being direct is how I’ve always conducted myself, with everyone. Everything’s always on the table. There’s a price to pay for that and most men can’t bear it, but that’s me, with all my complexities.
Avi almost chokes on his coffee and starts laughing and coughing at the same time.
“Michael, I think this one’s going to teach you a lesson or two.”
“Oh no!” I say. “I’m focused on Roy’s school at the moment and have no intention of being anyone else’s homeroom teacher.” Michael grows serious all at once and looks at me with compassion.
Avi seems pleased with himself and keeps joking. “I still think there’s something he could learn from you.” He winks at me with his perfect eye.
“Whatever,” I reply, putting my number into his phone. Avi looks at me and examines what I’m doing, so I approach him.
“So, do you want it, too?” I address him, amused and confident, but he dismisses the matter with a wave of his hand.
I’m rather offended, practically choking down the tremor I feel spreading from my tailbone to the center of my chest. Thunderous silence gives me away. He gazes at me again, and quickly whispers to me so Michael wouldn’t hear: “Keep your number. I want much more from you.” He pauses for another moment behind me and goes back to the kitchen with the pile of cups, leaving me confused and completely off-balance.
Michael gathers his belongings, making sure he hasn’t forgotten anything.
“The van’s already waiting for me outside,” he announces. “I’m worried about you, Avi, please take care of yourself.”
“What can we do? We’ll have to live with it. After all, that’s how life goes,” he replies sourly, glancing at me for a moment and hugging him warmly. Then he leaves the two of us alone, disappearing again into the kitchen.
Michael quietly approaches me, hugs me tightly and kisses me for a long moment.
