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We’re laying in Theo’s bed, coming down from the most exhilarating sex high. My head rests on his chest while his fingers comb through my hair. I hate that I have to leave soon for work, but I’d be screwing Mindy behind the bar if I called out.
“Theo?” I graze my nails up and down his chest. “What does a man who has it all want for his birthday?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on, you have to want something.”
“You. In my bed.”
I sit up and straddle him. “You already have that. Maybe I can take you to dinner?”
His hands brush up my thighs. “Why would I want to do that and have to share you with others?”
Maybe because all this hiding around is weighing on me, and I’m starting to want more than to be his little secret. “You know, I was also thinking. . . maybe. . . searching for another job.”
I feel him tense up. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Well. . . because that way, we wouldn’t have to sneak around. If that’s the problem, I could probably get a glowing referral from my current boss. What? What’s with the scowl?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Your mood just totally changed. You’re mad.”
“I didn’t get mad.” He maneuvers me off him and climbs out of bed.
“So, you just decided to get all pissy and get up?”
“I’m not pissy.”
“You are. I get it. No one can know. You’ve made that clear. But if it’s because of work, we can change that. I’ll quit—”
“No.”
“No?” My stomach tightens as the realization starts to settle in. “Because you don’t want it to go past this.” Even saying it out loud hurts.
“Fay, it’s not about that.”
“Then what is it about? I like you.Reallylike you. We’re—this, it’s good.”
He shoves his arms into a shirt. “It just is. Can we not get into this right now?”
“When is there ever a time to be honest about what this really is.” I climb out of bed and search for my clothes. “Is it me? Are you. . . embarrassed by me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then what is it—”
He slams his fist against his dresser. “I said drop it. You knew what our situation was going to be from the start. I never led you to believe anything different. Wait, Fay. That’s not—”
“No, you’re right. You wereveryupfront. That’s on me.”
“Fay—”
“I have to get to work anyhow.”
“I pay you enough. You need to quit that bar.”
“You don’t have a say in my life.” I storm out of his bedroom, searching for my shoes.
