What He's Been Missing

“That’s none of your business.”

There was a long pause.

“Oh, is Xavier there or something?” Ian asked.

“Where else would he be?”

“I didn’t know you two were like—you know—like that at 1:00 AM and stuff,” Ian said. “Excuse me.”

“I didn’t say we were any kind of way. I’m just saying it’s late. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

I hung up the phone and looked out the window for a minute. Ian just sat there.

“Rachel? I got the Band-Aids out of the medicine cabinet,” Xavier called from inside the bedroom.

“I’m coming,” I answered.

Ian was still sitting in his car when I turned from the window to go into the bedroom.

“Who was it?” Xavier asked.

“My grandmother,” I said.

“Everything OK?”

“Yeah. She was just checking in on me.”

“This late?” Xavier pointed at the clock.

“She’s called me a few times today and I didn’t answer. I think she was worried.”

9

What He’s Been Missing

#Friendsandlovers . . . Xavier was all over me in the hallway outside Ian’s place. Xavier couldn’t keep his hands off me. I was wearing brand new Blahnik’s and had been complaining about my toes hurting when we walked into the building. Xavier said he had a cure for my pain. Something to distract me. I was never one for sexual public displays, but there was something about his hand grabbing my whole left ass cheek in one tight grip that made me weak in every area of my body. I felt like I belonged to someone—like I belonged to him. I was giggling. Grinning. Blushing.

“Calm down, baby,” I said, giggling into Xavier’s ear as he pushed me up against the wall beside Ian’s door. I licked his ear and knocked on the door lazily.

“I can’t help myself, baby. You got me all tied to you. Can’t let you go,” Xavier said hungrily.

“Well, you’re gonna have to let me go. If you don’t stop, there won’t be any of me left!”

“I doubt that!” Xavier squeezed both of my ass cheeks with both hands and we laughed before kissing harder and nearly forgetting we were waiting outside Ian’s door.

“Um . . . you guys coming in?” I heard before we snapped our necks to see Ian standing in the doorway in a red apron.

“Is this dude wearing a fucking apron?” Xavier said to me with his eyes on Ian.

“I think so.”

“Fuck you. It was a wedding gift. We got a matching set and we’re trying to make use of it,” Ian said, defending his outfit as Xavier and I struggled to keep our laughs in. “I’m secure enough in my manhood to wear an apron. Wait.” He paused. “Why am I explaining myself to you two? Get in here.

You’re letting out all my air-conditioning!”

I broke from Xavier’s hold and eased into the apartment after kissing Ian on the cheek.

“And you’re complaining about air-conditioning? Yeah, you’re married now!” Xavier laughed and gave Ian a hug.