“Why not?”
“I don’t know. After I had the meltdown, I didn’t want to come back.”
Her face falls. “You had a meltdown?”
I nod. “I had to take a couple of weeks off work.”
She drops her head and stares at the floor for a moment.
“What?” I ask.
“It makes me sad that I wasn’t here for you.” She grabs my T-shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s slow and sensual, and it wakes up all those intimate memories of us. “Have you spoken to anyone about this meltdown?” she asks softly as she pushes the hair back from my face.
“No.” I kiss her again, my tongue sweeping through her open mouth.
Fuck, the way she kisses.
“I’ll come with you, if you want.” She watches me for a moment. “Don’t you want to know why?”
“I don’t want to think about it. And I know why. I was under a lot of stress.”
“Baby.” She kisses me again. “You also have some unsettled issues. We have unsettled issues.” She kisses me again as if to soften the blow. “I’ll come to the therapy session with you if you want. I’d like to get to the bottom of our problem
s. I want to fix them.” I smile down at my beautiful girl, and hope fills me. Maybe we are going to be all right.
“You’d do that?” I ask.
“Of course, I would.”
I stare at her for a moment and narrow my eyes. “Did you already fuck the eggplant?”
“What?” She smiles. “Why would you say that?”
“Well… you’re being all sweet and Eliza-like. Kind of how you are after you’ve had the crazy fucked out of you.”
She bursts out laughing, and I smile as I watch her. “You don’t actually fuck the eggplant.” She smiles. “It’s a figure of speech, Nathan.”
“Yeah, you do,” I tease. “The eggplant goes into Tiny while I fuck your ass.”
Her face falls. “Wait… what? Since when?”
“Everyone knows that.”
“I thought it was just like a funny thing people sent.”
I grab a handful of her hair and pull her face back to meet mine. “You really should do more research on your emojis before you send them out.”
“Obviously.” She smiles as I kiss her. “I should have asked for a dick pic instead.”
She’s joking, and I’m joking, but I can’t hide my feelings.
I want her back. I want us back.
I kiss her softly. “Why would you want a dick pic when you could have the real thing for forever?”
We fall serious as we stare at each other and an ocean of closeness swims between us. “Nathe, you know I love you, right?” she whispers as her eyes search mine.
“Then come home!” I kiss her softly to plead my case. “Please, come home. I can’t live without you for another moment.”