“What’s funny?” I asked, not thinking anything was funny, at all, in the whole universe.
“I don’t know yet,” he answered.
I stared at him, blank-faced. Then I said, “What?”
“Just waitin’ to see what you’re gonna say next.”
“Why does that make you smile?”
“‘Cause I’m thinkin’ whatever it is, it’s gonna be good.”
“Why?”
“You’ve had a full ten minutes to think about how you’re gonna get out of this now that you and me are together in a way you can’t deny. I’m lookin’ forward to hearin’ what you’ve come up with.”
My blank look turned into a glare.
One, two, three, four, five, six… there, temper under control.
I took a deep breath and I blurted out the first thing that came to me, “Simple. We stop seeing each other immediately.”
He burst into laughter, his arms got tighter and his face went into my neck. He laughed into my neck for what seemed like a long time as my body went stiffer and stiffer in his arms.
“I wasn’t being funny,” I pointed out what I thought was the obvious.
His head came up and he looked at me still grinning. “Babe, you’re hilarious.”
“It’s just sex. We’re not ‘together in a way you can’t deny’,” I told him.
“Ava, after I made you come, you fell asleep with my c**k inside you. That’s about as together as two people can get.”
I did do that.
Shit!
“It’s just sex,” I pushed it.
His face got closer but he didn’t look any less amused. “It isn’t just sex and you know it,” he returned, his voice soft, gentle, affectionate.
He was right. It wasn’t.
And he was using The Voice a lot these days.
Crap!
Then I hit on a plan. It was a stupid plan but it was all I could come up with at the time. I knew he’d never go for it but at least it was something.
“We’ll be f**k buddies,” I told him.
His grin disappeared, his chin jerked down and his brows drew together. “Come again?”
“Fuck buddies. You know, like they talked about on Sex and the City. Guys you know that you sleep with. Just sex. No entanglements, no relationship, just mind-blowing sex.”
The grin came back as his face relaxed. “Mind-blowing sex?”
Oops. I probably shouldn’t have used that adjective.
“Or, you know, good sex,” I tried to cover.