if I do say so myself,” he said.
“Yeah yeah yeah. Listen if you think I need to do laundry so bad, maybe you should come over and help me with it.”
“I’ll be right over,” he replied with a laugh.
I threw on some pop rock music and went into the bedroom to get dressed. I wasn’t feeling very stylish so I just tossed my hair into a loose ponytail and pulled on a jersey and loose shorts. Then I went back to the kitchen and sat in the window while I waited for Simon.
I was on my second k-cup of French Vanilla and third cigarette, when I saw Simon’s sleek black, Mustang pull into the parking lot. I waved at him from the window and he laughed, shaking his head.
“It’s open,” I yelled out to him when he got out of his car.
Simon entered the apartment, still grinning. He came over to where I was sitting and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek before he grabbed a cup out of the cupboard and rifled through my k-cup box.
“Do you ever sit anywhere else?” he asked, turning to face me while the machine brewed his coffee.
“Years ago, I went hiking with Liora. I mean I’m sure you’ve noticed the height difference between us, right? Anyway, once we got to the castle at the top, I sat in one of the windows. Once we realized I both was small enough to fit in windows, I kind of made a habit of it. It reminds me of that fun day of hiking with my best friend,” I explained.
He nodded thoughtfully and grabbed some creamer out of the refrigerator. Once his coffee was to his liking, he sat at one of the stools in the kitchen and glanced at me curiously.
“Can I ask you a question, Eden?”
“Sure.”
I sipped my coffee.
“Did you really call out my name last night while having sex?”
I choked on my coffee.
“I’m going to murder Liora Ann. I cannot believe she told you,” I replied, grabbing some paper towels to clean up the mess I made on the floor.
“Well, did you?” he asked.
I finished cleaning up the mess. I made a show of concentrating on putting the paper towels into the garbage bin. I cleared my throat as I grabbed a wash cloth and soaked it so that I could make sure that the floor wouldn’t be sticky. I grabbed another wash cloth and dried the small spot on the floor and took them to the bathroom.
I felt Simon’s eyes on me the whole time. I was truly one of those people who believed that actions spoke louder than words and my silence was more telling than anything I could say.
I went back to the safety of my window and sat down. I grabbed another cigarette, lit it, inhaled, and then turned to face Simon.
“Yep.”
He smiled. It wasn’t a mocking smile or a taunting smile. It was the Simon Smile. The smile that somehow made me feel as good as Liora’s words when I needed it.
“How’d he take it?” he asked me.
“Oh you know. Pulled out, threw on his clothes, told me that he “knew” it and left. Slammed the door on his way out, too,” I shrugged. “I mean I would’ve reacted the same way if he had done that to me.”
Simon nodded in understanding.
“Hey, we’re friends right? Because I need to talk about this but I don’t want it to be awkward,” I said, glancing at him.
“Of course we are.”
“Okay, then I feel completely comfortable in saying that it sucks. Finley is the only man that’s ever given me an orgasm and I could tell that I was on my way there, when I yelled your name. That’s enough to kill any mood,” I grumbled.
Simon laughed.
“Shit. Simon. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean calling out someone else’s name.”
“I know what you meant. I just think that your choice of words was funny. But to be honest, I feel like a natural mood killer. I haven’t had sex in almost two years,” he replied.
“I’d say I’m going on three years, but I’m still trying to figure out if last night counted,” I said laughing.
“Was there penetration?”
“Briefly.”
“Hm. I’ll have to think about that then,” he said with mock
“Yeah yeah yeah. Listen if you think I need to do laundry so bad, maybe you should come over and help me with it.”
“I’ll be right over,” he replied with a laugh.
I threw on some pop rock music and went into the bedroom to get dressed. I wasn’t feeling very stylish so I just tossed my hair into a loose ponytail and pulled on a jersey and loose shorts. Then I went back to the kitchen and sat in the window while I waited for Simon.
I was on my second k-cup of French Vanilla and third cigarette, when I saw Simon’s sleek black, Mustang pull into the parking lot. I waved at him from the window and he laughed, shaking his head.
“It’s open,” I yelled out to him when he got out of his car.
Simon entered the apartment, still grinning. He came over to where I was sitting and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek before he grabbed a cup out of the cupboard and rifled through my k-cup box.
“Do you ever sit anywhere else?” he asked, turning to face me while the machine brewed his coffee.
“Years ago, I went hiking with Liora. I mean I’m sure you’ve noticed the height difference between us, right? Anyway, once we got to the castle at the top, I sat in one of the windows. Once we realized I both was small enough to fit in windows, I kind of made a habit of it. It reminds me of that fun day of hiking with my best friend,” I explained.
He nodded thoughtfully and grabbed some creamer out of the refrigerator. Once his coffee was to his liking, he sat at one of the stools in the kitchen and glanced at me curiously.
“Can I ask you a question, Eden?”
“Sure.”
I sipped my coffee.
“Did you really call out my name last night while having sex?”
I choked on my coffee.
“I’m going to murder Liora Ann. I cannot believe she told you,” I replied, grabbing some paper towels to clean up the mess I made on the floor.
“Well, did you?” he asked.
I finished cleaning up the mess. I made a show of concentrating on putting the paper towels into the garbage bin. I cleared my throat as I grabbed a wash cloth and soaked it so that I could make sure that the floor wouldn’t be sticky. I grabbed another wash cloth and dried the small spot on the floor and took them to the bathroom.
I felt Simon’s eyes on me the whole time. I was truly one of those people who believed that actions spoke louder than words and my silence was more telling than anything I could say.
I went back to the safety of my window and sat down. I grabbed another cigarette, lit it, inhaled, and then turned to face Simon.
“Yep.”
He smiled. It wasn’t a mocking smile or a taunting smile. It was the Simon Smile. The smile that somehow made me feel as good as Liora’s words when I needed it.
“How’d he take it?” he asked me.
“Oh you know. Pulled out, threw on his clothes, told me that he “knew” it and left. Slammed the door on his way out, too,” I shrugged. “I mean I would’ve reacted the same way if he had done that to me.”
Simon nodded in understanding.
“Hey, we’re friends right? Because I need to talk about this but I don’t want it to be awkward,” I said, glancing at him.
“Of course we are.”
“Okay, then I feel completely comfortable in saying that it sucks. Finley is the only man that’s ever given me an orgasm and I could tell that I was on my way there, when I yelled your name. That’s enough to kill any mood,” I grumbled.
Simon laughed.
“Shit. Simon. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean calling out someone else’s name.”
“I know what you meant. I just think that your choice of words was funny. But to be honest, I feel like a natural mood killer. I haven’t had sex in almost two years,” he replied.
“I’d say I’m going on three years, but I’m still trying to figure out if last night counted,” I said laughing.
“Was there penetration?”
“Briefly.”
“Hm. I’ll have to think about that then,” he said with mock
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