Page 35 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
Skylar, sitting between us, looked at me and raised one eyebrow. “Your date?”
“With Pine Sol,” Natalie went on before I could even get a word in. “And they had sex. Not in a closet this time.”
“Jeez, Natalie. I thought you wanted me to tell her about it.”
“And I thought you were never going to tell us secrets ever again.” Skylar looked smug as she poked my shoulder. “I knew you wouldn’t hold out.”
“You were right. It was too good to keep in.”
She gasped. “I want details. Is he as big as he looks like he would be?”
I laughed, looking over my shoulder to make sure she hadn’t been overheard. “Relax. Let’s order some wine first.” I lowered my voice as I studied the list in front of her. “But hell yes, he is.”
“Gah! I can’t relax. This is too exciting!” She thumped my leg a few times.
“It is,” I admitted. “I’m excited too.”
She and I ordered glasses of pinot noir, which Natalie looked at longingly, and I filled Skylar in on the date. “I had three orgasms. Not even kidding.”
“Three times?” Skylar’s eyes bugged. “In an hour? Even I’m impressed.”
“It was very impressive.”
“So then what?” she went on eagerly. “Did he stay the night?”
“No. He can’t really do that because of his son.”
“Like, ever?” She paused with her wineglass halfway to her lips.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure. We haven’t really talked about what this is yet. I mean, maybe sleepovers aren’t what he’s thinking for us.”
My sisters stared at me a moment. “What do you mean?” Natalie asked. “You think he just wants to be friends?”
“I just said, I don’t know.” I took a big drink of wine and confessed the truth. “And I’m kind of scared to ask.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m afraid of the answer,” I said quietly, staring into my glass. “I really like him.”
“I don’t think he’d be calling and texting and making plans with you in advance if he wasn’t interested in you in a more-than-friends way,” Skylar said confidently. “If he just wanted a fuck-buddy, he wouldn’t do all that. You’d get a text at two in the morning that says ‘Hey, can I come over?’”
“But you should still talk about it with him.” Natalie was firm too. “If you don’t, and both of you have different ideas about what you’re doing, feelings could get hurt.”
I sighed. “I know. We should talk. The truth is, I’m not sure there’s room in his life for a girlfriend, let alone anything beyond that.”
“Why not?” Skylar asked. “Plenty of single parents date and get remarried.”
“Yes, but his situation is a little different. His son, Scotty, has autism, and routine is really important to him. Levi is really sensitive to that.”
“Autism,” Skylar said, her brow furrowed. “OK, you’re going to give me the You’re Dumb and I’m a Doctor look, but is that where you don’t talk? I just remember the one autistic boy in my class not speaking much, if at all. And he wouldn’t make eye contact.”
“No doctor look,” I said, holding up my hands. “It’s a fair question. Autism looks different in everyone, but no, it doesn’t mean you don’t talk. Sometimes there are language delays, and some kids are nonverbal, but plenty of kids with autism are very social and talkative. Some don’t like eye contact, and some are fine with it.”
“So what is it, then?” Natalie asked.
“Well, it’s a neurological condition characterized by lots of different things to varying degrees. Often there are issues with social interaction and understanding. Some kids might have sensory issues. Some kids struggle with repetitive behaviors. Some have anxiety and/or OCD.” I shook my head. “And some might have none of those things. It’s really complex.”
“Maybe he’s like Sebastian,” Skylar said hopefully. “He struggled as a kid too, but therapy really helped.”
