“Yeah,” I tell her. “Where are we going?”
“The roof,” she says. “I put out a picnic basket. Come on,” she says. “Let’s talk.”
Either she doesn’t know what’s coming and she’s about to get blindsided, or she knows exactly what’s coming and she’s trying to fuck her way out of it.
Either way, this is going to suck.
We get up on the roof, and I double-check to make sure the door is propped open, so just in case she tries something particularly savage, I can make some kind of escape.
“You had sex last night, didn’t you?” she asks.
I’m usually not one to be at a loss for words, but the bluntness of the question catches me off guard.
“What kind of question is that?”
“Now that’s got to be one of the oddest pronunciations of the word ‘yes’ I’ve ever heard,” she says.
She’s smiling, but I don’t trust that she’s this blasé about it.
“Yeah,” I tell her, finally.
“Your roommate?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say again, quietly.
I don’t know what it is, but Wrigley has a real knack of ma
king me unsure of myself.
“How was it?”
The tension gets to be too much, so I do the only thing I can.
I laugh.
“You can’t honestly expect an answer to that question,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes.
“That’s all right,” she says. “I figured you’d be off getting your dick wet, so I made sure not to waste my night either.”
If Wrigley was someone else, I’d think she was making this up to try to make me jealous. Knowing her, though, I have no doubt she’s telling the truth.
“All right,” I say, shrugging my shoulders, trying to be nonchalant.
I’m not going to lie. I am a bit jealous.
That said, I’m much happier to be with Leila. At least she’s not going to go down on the cab driver if we get into an argument.
Wrigley’s laugh is an odd mix of lighthearted and flat out disturbing.
“Oh, calm down,” she says. “So, is that all you wanted to talk to me about? I’m starting to feel a little overdressed.”
“Overdressed?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says. “Obviously, we’re not going to be making it exclusive with each other, but I see no reason why we can’t keep fucking until we’re bored.”
“I don’t think you understand,” I start. “I love Leila.”