my dress across the bed. I roll my eyes at him and catch it. I shimmy it over my body and avoid his question. He pulls on his tight grey shirt and says, “Because it didn’t seem like you were missing him much about five minutes ago.”
I feel my face burn and I slowly count to ten. I just want to scream at him! See, this is why this is so stupid. He is only proving my point as to why we would never work. We are both too strong willed and too stubborn to admit our feelings ever. I turn my back to him and suck back the tears.
“Shit Megan, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Ben grovels from the other side of the bed.
I whip around and look into his pleading eyes. Their dark gaze draws me in and makes me weak at the knees. He crawls over the bed, sits on the edge then pulls me into his lap. He brushes my hair away from my face, holds it in a loose ponytail and lets out a huge sigh, “Is that what you want? For me to be your fuck buddy?”
I shrug. Scared to admit what I really want.
He pauses and drops his head into his chest, “You are making this way more complicated than it is.”
“Well whatever it is, I can’t see it ending nicely.” I grunt.
“Why can’t you live in the moment? Why are you always questioning every little thing and expecting the worst?”
I want to slap him. I hate how he calls me out on all of my little issues, all the time.
“Well what are we going to tell everyone?” I sigh, “What am I supposed to tell Steven?”
“Why do we have to tell them anything?” he says kisses my cheek, then laughs, “Besides, Steven who?”
I playfully nudge him, “Well I can’t be sleeping with both of you.”
Ben tilts his head to the side and purses his lips together, “Come on Megan, we all know you are a serial monogamist. You would never - ”
“Exactly” I whine, “That is why I don’t understand any of this. You are making me break all my rules.”
“That’s what I like about you though, you are all self-contained.” Ben smiles and kisses my neck.
I feel myself wanting to attempt round two, but instead I push him away. Ben gives me an innocent stare, but he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“How am I supposed to go in front of all our friends and act like everything is normal?” I pout, and try to push him further on the issue.
He rolls his eyes, “This is between me and you. We are not going to tell them anything. Understand? This is our little secret.”
I scrunch my nose and take in what Ben is suggesting. I am not sure what to make of it, and it makes me a little skeptical on his intentions, “Everyone is probably wondering where we are, and even worse, we are going to walk in late together.”
“You’re the only one with a guilty conscious.” Ben laughs, “We are always together so why would they think that was weird?”
He does have a point there, and I cringe knowing he is right. We are always together, and usually we opt to be that way. With this in mind, Ben suggests we devise a little plan. Because he had already told everyone he needed to leave the bar to get his phone (hence why he was waiting at my door). He saw me wandering back from my date, so I could change into my flats, (which is true). Then we had a couple of drinks at my villa, which we did (while we devised our plan), and finally strolled down to the bar together.
It seemed simple enough…
Ben tells me when our friends ask, I have no business opening my mouth because I will surely screw it up and shout out the truth. I agree to zip my lips, even though I know this lie is going to eat me up inside.
On the way down to the Theatre Bar, Ben doesn’t stop flirting with me. He constantly makes quick little jokes, like he always does to get me going. He nudges me and says I’m like an old maid when it comes to my underwear selection, which I rebut that granny panties are way comfier than a line of dental floss going up my butt. He also jokes about my neurotic behavior and insists the more orgasms he gives