them another hour before I try. When I emerge from my bedroom they’re both asleep. Kent is sleeping with his back to her and she’s got her arm thrown over his waist. It’s such a cold position for a man who had sex with her. What’s his issue with women? He clearly has one.
What’s your issue with men? My subconscious counters.
I roll my eyes and ignore the naked lovebirds as I raid the fridge quietly. I make a turkey sandwich, and grab an apple and a soda from the drawer. As I’m tiptoeing past the couch Kent rolls over and spots me.
I ignore his naked body and look only at his eyes, afraid he knows I saw him. But he doesn’t appear to be aware. He looks confused.
“What time is it?” he asks tiredly.
I shrug.
He looks over his shoulder at Auburn Hair in disgust, and then gets up, grabs his boxers off the floor, and hops into them. I only see the beginning contours of his perfect behind. He’s got back dimples. I never noticed those last night. The second his boxers go on the dimples disappear. I’m so disappointed it’s unbelievable.
“Get her out of here, please,” he orders. “Or I’ll do it and I won’t be nice.” He bends over and grabs the rest of his clothes. “I’m going to shower. Don’t bother me.” He marches past me and slams his bedroom door.
What did I do?
The sound startles Auburn Hair. She blinks and reaches for Kent but Kent’s gone. She opens her eyes and gasps when she sees me. I feel terrible for her when she starts looking for her clothes.
To give her some privacy, I look away.
“Where’s Kent?”
“He…left. He told me to tell you he had an amazing time last night and he’s sorry he couldn’t stay and see you out.”
“Stop the bullshit. Where is he?”
“He left,” I insist, irritated she’s not letting me make this less awkward for her.
“Stop lying for him.” She walks over and grabs her heels. I notice there’s a used condom on the floor and the wrapper within reach. “Where is he? He’s not fucking and ditching me.”
I recall his anger and decide I don’t want to see how he’ll act if she confronts him. “You know where he lives,” I remind her.
“True.” She sighs sadly. “I can’t believe I fell for his shit. Don’t fall for it,” she warns me. “I saw how you were dancing with him. I know he’s gorgeous and charming but he isn’t worth it. Great sex is only great sex.”
“Got it,” I mumble. “And we were only dancing.”
“We were only dancing too,” she points out, grabbing her purse off the end of the couch. “Bye, Kent!” she calls. “Thanks for nothing!”
She slams the front door hard.
“Is she gone?” Kent asks.
I turn around and glare at him. He’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his bare chest. “Yes.”
He meets my eyes boldly. “Nice touch with the amazing time last night. Technically it was all night. But hey, who’s counting?” He gives me a cocky smile.
Is he for real?
Real for he is?
I make a disgusted sound in the back of my throat and walk around, taking a seat on the other end of the sofa. Now I know right where he bags them. I take the remote off the coffee table and point it at the TV.
“It’s ten,” I inform him.
But he’s gone. I hear the shower a minute later. I refuse to imagine his naked body under the water, having seen it on top of Auburn Hair, and rather choose to watch my favorite talk show. I eat in between unpredictable bouts of nausea. Twice I think I might puke but I manage to keep everything down. After all, wing-women have a reputation to uphold.
The mission for today was to get the rest of my stuff off Camden’s lawn. I need a truck. James has a truck. I wait for him to emerge, sleepy-eyed and unaware when I unleash it on him.
“Good morning, James,” I say sweetly. He may not be able to hear me, but he can still see me.
He pauses on his way to the kitchen and waves tiredly to me.
“So I was thinking,” I say, and put on my hopeful expression. “I need to borrow your truck to get the rest of my stuff.”
He frowns at me.
Kent emerges from the hall and laughs at James as he smacks his shoulder, getting James’s attention. “I told you. That pouty face is hard not