“I don’t even know.”
He frowns as if wanting to say something.
“What?” I ask.
“If I wasn’t… the way I am.” He pauses and looks around the bar as if processing his thoughts. “Would I be the kind of man you would want?”
“You are the man I would want, Nathe,” I answer honestly. “Fate hasn’t been kind to me in this life.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have this beautiful, smart and funny man who is so loyal and makes me so happy. But he can never give me…” My voice trails off. I smile sadly. “It doesn’t matter. We are not destined to be like that. I really wish that we were.”
He stares at me, his jaw clenches, and I know that deep down that he knows I’m right.
The truth sucks. Nathan and I are perfect for each other in every way.
We know that. Everyone knows that.
But I’m the wrong sex for him, and no matter how hard I try, I could never be what he needs.
“You didn’t ask me how my first day was,” I say.
“How was your first day?” he asks softly.
“It was pretty crappy.” I smirk.
A semblance of a smile crosses his face. “Why is that?”
“Tomorrow, someone is getting their labia cut off and injected with fillers so it’s plump, and I have to watch.”
Nathan scrunches his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose, and I laugh out loud.
“I’m thinking of getting it, too,” I add casually.
His eyes snap open. “What the hell is wrong with your vagina?”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
He gives me a slow smile and takes my hand in his lap. I know our fight is over.
“I’m getting all the food tonight; every single thing, including all the desserts. There won’t be room in our bed for you.”
“What’s new,” He mutters dryly as he opens the menu. “I’m used to it.”
* * *
It’s 11:30 p.m., and Nathan and I are walking home arm in arm. We are laughing and joking now, and our earlier fight seems like a lifetime ago. He has me in a headlock, and we are wrestling our way down the street. Those margaritas went down way too easily, and we are way too tipsy for a Monday night.
We make our way back to my apartment, and he takes a shower before I do, too.
We brush our teeth, and I braid my long dark hair. Nathan likes me putting it up or he says he wakes up in the middle of the night in some kind of Rapunzel nightmare.
When he gets into bed, he’s wearing his navy blue silk boxer shorts. I take off my robe and am wearing my custom panty and matching camisole set.
I climb in beside him and wince.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.