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“A few here and there. You?” He shakes his head. “I don’t know if I want to know the answer.”
“A few here and there,” I say in the same tone as his.
“Were they as great as I was?”
I slap his shoulder. “Really?”
So not going there.If I share stories, he might do the same.
“I had to crack a joke. Otherwise, I’d want to kill any other man who’d touched you.” He picks up the bowl and goes back to eating. “You know, back then, I thought I’d be the only man who ever touched you like that. The only man you ever made love to.”
“I haven’t made love to anyone else.” I sigh, and my answer stops him mid-bite.
He keeps our eye contact, his spoon half in the air, and waits for me to keep going.
“I mean, I’ve had sex, but it’s never been anything serious. What about you? You evermade loveto anyone?” I don’t bother asking if he’s had sex. No way he’s been celibate since our breakup.
“Made love? Only you.”
Those are the same words he said the first time he slid inside me. The same words he repeated every time we had sex.
“Only you,” he mutters again.
The bowl goes to the table again, and he turns, so he’s facing me. I lick my lips, and the mood in the room drifts into something dangerous.
No, I can’t get turned on right now.
The need to straddle him and see if he’s still as good as he was then tears at me.
Does he still know every weak spot on my body?
No. Don’t go there.
This crazy thinking must be a side effect of the lack of sex in my life. It’s been months since I’ve gotten laid.
He moves in closer.
One time.
Maybe we can do it one more time and get that frustration out. I’ve heard hate sex is all the rage.
I close my eyes, waiting for him to make the first move, and open them at the sound of the bowl moving. He’s up on his feet, gumbo in hand, and walking to the kitchen.
“Are you leaving?” I ask while he sets his bowl in the sink.
“I have to before I push you down on that couch and fuck you.”
Wait!I want to say.Please do.
I don’t have time to state an argument before he’s gone, the door slamming shut behind him.
I told myself that Gage would never come back to Blue Beech after what I did.
That a second chance was never in the cards for us.
Maybe I was wrong.
.
