seriousness.
I giggled and turned my attention the traffic going by outside the window. It was nice to have a male friend to talk to about these things. The guys at the game store were younger than me, with the exception of Chris, and I just didn’t feel the need to get advice from high school and just enrolled college kids.
I looked over at Simon who was sipping his coffee and reading something on his phone. I just had the most brilliant idea come to me while looking at him and I hoped he would go along with it.
“Simon?”
“Yes?” he asked glancing at me.
“Think you can help me out?”
“Have an orgasm? I thought the bedroom was off limits,” he replied with that damn grin returning.
“ No. Not have an orgasm. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve probably forgotten how to use it by now,” I said making a face at him.
“That’s most likely true,” he replied with a tragic sigh.
“Wait, don’t you at least. You know...” I asked making an obscene gesture.
“Eden, not having sex is depressing enough. Having sex with myself would be even more depressing, as it would solidify that I’m the only person that wants to touch me,” he replied dryly. “By the way, that was some good form there,” he added.
“Huh?”
He made the same gesture I did and a smirk crossed his lips. My face turned bright red and I groaned inwardly.
“Oh I’m just messing with you, Eden,” he replied laughing.
I rolled my eyes and glanced out the window when I heard a car pulling into the driveway.
Oh no.
“Hide. Now!” I said to Simon frantically.
“What?” he asked in confusion, as I started to shove him toward the bedroom.
“Finley’s here,” I hissed closing the door firmly behind him.
I had just grabbed Simon’s cup and started to wash it when Fin pushed the front door open. I looked over at him and felt terrible. He looked like he never went to sleep last night. I dried off the cup and set in the dish rack and went into the living room, where he was standing with his hands in his pockets.
I sat on the couch and tucked my legs underneath myself. Finley still hadn’t looked at me and he looked like he was trying to choose his words carefully before speaking.
“Liora called me last night,” he said finally.
“I know.”
“She told me that I should be able to forgive and forget what happened,” he replied raising his eyes to mine.
I didn’t say anything. There was nothing for me to say. I reached up and adjusted my ponytail.
“Have you forgiven me yet, Eden? Have you forgotten?” he asked quietly.
I heard the bedroom door creak open slightly.
Nosy ass, I thought to myself.
“I don’t know, Fin. Honestly what you did was put your dick into another woman’s vagina. I’m not saying what I did hurts any less, but it’s not like he’s put his dick inside of me.”
“It’s been three years!” he shouted in frustration. “When do you let it go? I still love you Eden! Why are you being so difficult?”
“Because you’re not the man that I fell in love with,” I replied quietly. “ That Finley never would’ve done what you did. You can’t blame being drunk and you can’t blame it on the moment. You’ve never taken responsibility for what you did, Fin. You’ve always found one thing or another to blame it on.”
Fin took a deep steadying breath and I saw him ball his fists at his side. He let his breath out and opened his hands and sat next to me on the couch. I raised an eyebrow as he took my hands in his and looked at me.
“I’m sorry. I fucked up. And you’re right; it’s no one’s fault but my own. I could’ve said no; regardless of how drunk I was. But I didn’t and I lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know what to do without you in my life Eden. You give me a reason to smile and be happy. When I saw you at TAO and we talked for a bit and danced, I thought that there might be a chance of us getting past it. Is there a chance? For us?”
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