Hot & Heavy (Lightning 2)

Me: Since what?

Emerson: Since SHAWN

Me: So?

Emerson: Don’t make me come down there and bend you in positions you don’t belong in

Me: I’m a yoga instructor

Me: There’s no position I can’t bend into

Emerson: You should mention that to Shawn

Me: I’m pretty sure he already knows

Emerson: !!!!!­!!!!!­!!

Emerson: Details, please.

Emerson: NOW

Me: We did yoga

Emerson: And?!?!?!

Me: And nothing

Me: He’s a client

Emerson: He’s hot!

Me: Aren’t you engaged?

Emerson: To the hottest man on the planet, who reminds me of that fact on a regular basis

Emerson: But that doesn’t mean I can’t recognize hotness in others

Emerson: Shawn is F-I-R-E

Me: You sound like you’re twelve

Emerson: You sound like you’re ninety

The accusation hits home. Though I know, like Shawn, she doesn’t mean it, it still stings. Especially coming from Emerson, who has known me for years—and knows just how crazy things in my life tend to get. And why I cling to security like…a ninety-year-old.

I’m trying to think of a response that won’t let her know she hurt me—she didn’t mean to, so what’s the point—when her own comes through.

Emerson: Sorry. Low blow

Emerson: Didn’t mean it, Sagey

Me: I know

Emerson: I just want you to be happy

Me: I am happy

Emerson…