"Okay, gorgeous, let's talk."
Crap, I really have to follow through and have this discussion now.
"I know you don't see Sarah on Thursdays anymore. Why do you still disappear?" This was the one question I was dying to know the answer.
"I made a promise that I would always be there for her on Thursdays. Even though she won't see me these days, I intend to keep that promise. I don't want to treat you like my back-up because you aren't. You're important to me, babe. If I kept you on standby every Thursday just in case she didn't want to see me, what does that say about how I treat you? I would rather just stay gone than know that you might be waiting for me."
Wow, that was a good answer. I close the distance between us and curl into his side.
"Why won't she see you?"
"I have no idea, she's gone off hinges recently. It worries me, and today's little episode only makes it worse."
"What did you say to her today?"
"Nothing, I used my key to her apartment, but she was locked in her room. She did tell me to go fuck myself though, so I think she's okay. I hired someone to stay with her for a few more days. She's actually been nice to the ladies sitting with her. Last week, one of them reported they baked a fucking pie together."
"Maybe not having you hovering around has helped," I say, immediately regretting my choice in words.
"You think I hover? I see her once a week. If she was handicapped physically, I'd be an ass for not visiting her more often." He has a point.
"I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"I think after today, you have every right to say something. That doesn't mean I'll agree with you though."
"I know."
"I went about telling you this in the wrong way, but I do want to say, it bothered the hell out of me that you called Caleb instead of me."
"I'm sorry. He told me months ago that if I ever ran into her I should call him. I guess it stuck with me. After the way things went down last time, I think I secretly wanted someone who would side with me without question."
"I'm always on your side, babe." He actually sounds a little hurt.
"I don't doubt that when it comes to anyone except Sarah," I say as he lets out a loud exasperated sigh.
"Look, I really don't want to talk about her anymore tonight. This moment right now is the high point of my day."
"How did you get in here?" I suddenly realize Kara isn't home and I know I locked the door.
"I used your key. I went and picked up your car. I thought you might need it for work tomorrow."
"Oh, jeez...thanks. I didn't even think about that."
"Well, I'm glad I'm good for something." I giggle as he tickles me. "I love that sound," I love you. "Can we finish this conversation tomorrow? I need to make you come then fall asleep inside of you," he says as I instantly go wet.
"Um..."
"Please Jesse, I need your silence more than anything right now. It doesn't have to be sex, but I need to feel you right now."
"Did you just take sex off the table?"
"Hell no!" he says, appalled that I would even suggest such a thing.
"Good, because I had a rough day too," I smile.
"Shit, I'm sorry about everything. All of it."
"Shhhh...I don't want your apologies. I want the silence too."
That's all it took for him to roll me over and satisfy his need to make me come. Twice. He really is an overachiever.
Jesse
"WHERE ARE we going?” I ask for the hundredth time since Brett picked me up.
"Jesse, I don't care how many times you ask me, I'm not telling!" he says, amused and frustrated.
"This is torture."
"This is not torture. This was me trying to surprise you by doing something fun. Stop complaining."
"I'm not complaining," I say, shocked he would even think that. "I'm excited, Brett. You know I don't do well with surprises. I'm sorry if you think I'm complaining."
"Gorgeous, don't get all upset. I was just picking on you. Even if you were complaining, I wouldn't care." He never his eyes off the road, but still manages to flash me a sexy smile.
Brett picked me up at nine this morning. He got called away last night, and decided to sleep at his own apartment since he got home so late. I hate when he has to leave in the middle of the night, but I guess it’s all part of his job. He showed up bright and early with coffee and muffins, so it's not like I could be annoyed. He told me to dress warm and be ready in thirty minutes. I wanted to offer up some attitude but when he refused to tell me where we were headed, I was so curious I immediately got ready.
"Where are we going?"
"Still not telling you," he sings beside me. "Seriously babe, you are going to ruin this. It's not a huge deal, and if you keep asking I think you are going to be let down."
"Did it cost you a small fortune?" I ask teasingly, but totally serious inside.