Page 17 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
That was amazing.
Agreed.
I’m surprised I didn’t wake up my kid.
I giggled. Were you that loud?
I don’t know. Maybe. You were very vivid in your description.
It was very vivid in my head. I confess… I may have thought about it before.
You mentioned that.
It’s the truth. I hesitated. Did you ever think about me?
You know I did.
I don’t. Tell me.
I thought about fucking you. A lot.
Where?
Um, wherever I happened to be jerking off.
Hahaha that’s not what I meant. I meant when you pictured it, where were we?
I have no idea. I don’t think I pictured anything but bodies.
I sighed. You’re such a guy. But I’ll take it. I like that you thought about fucking me.
But now I want the real thing. Not in a closet. Not on the phone.
My breath caught. Me too.
Maybe we should go on a date first.
Haha maybe. Although we have already banged in a closet and sexted. The jig is up.
Right. But I would still like to take you out.
My whole body tingled, and I wiggled my toes. OK.
I’ll call you this week.
Sounds good. Night.
Night.
I set the phone on the nightstand and pulled the covers up to my chin, unable to keep the smile off my face. All the worry in my head, and all the tension in my body, had been replaced by something else.
Exhilaration. Anticipation. Hope.
This felt like the beginning of something.
Setting my phone aside, I lay back on my bed and put my hands behind my head, my legs crossed at the ankles. Probably I should take off my pants and hang them up, put my shirt in the laundry basket, check on Scotty…but for a moment, I just wanted to lie there and think about her. Not about today’s minor meltdowns over the yellow spoon or the seam in his socks, or the major ones about the hair-washing and stained pajamas. Not about the conversation with my mother in which she told me I wasn’t severe enough in disciplining my son when he acted out. Not about the arguments with my sister in which she told me I can’t keep letting Scotty make the rules. Not about the email I got yesterday from the school saying they still don’t have his new IEP ready despite the testing results being sent to them weeks ago.
For a moment, I blocked all that out. I wasn’t anyone’s son or brother or father or advocate. I was just a man thinking about a woman.
