Our Way
I clench my jaw as my anger rises. “Classy.”
He raises his eyebrows. “You asked.”
“What then?”
“I got a cab to her house and I stumbled through the door. We kissed once and fell onto the couch, and she dropped to her knees.” He says it in a rush as if hoping I won’t hear what he’s saying.
I stare at him as I imagine the scenario he’s explaining.
“Halfway through it, I wanted to stop.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No, I…” His voice trails off, not wanting to elaborate. It obviously felt too good and his body wouldn’t let him stop. Fucking asshole.
“What then?”
He exhales heavily. “I came, she swallowed, and then I zipped my jeans up and wanted to get the hell out of there.” He throws his hands up in disgust. “There were no feelings, no sweet tender moments. It was a clinical procedure.”
I clench my jaw as I feel the adrenaline pump through my veins. “What did she say?”
“She wanted sex. When I declined, she got angry.”
I narrow my eyes as I see the movie playing out in my head.
“We had a fight and I took off.”
“She wanted sex?”
“Yes.”
“What did you fight about?”
“Just what I said. She started abusing me because I didn’t want to fuck her. It was appalling, Eliza. I’m mortified I even went there. What was I thinking? I walked about five kilometers down the road until finally a cab pulled up.”
“Then what?”
“I texted her to apologize the next day when I woke up.”
“Have you messaged or called each other since?”
“No, and you can check my phone. I swear to you that since that day it has been completely platonic. I told her that I’m with you, and she hasn’t brought it up. When I talk to her now, it’s like it never happened. Sometimes I wonder if it actually did.”
“Nathan.” I exhale heavily. “You really piss me off, you know that?”
“I do.”
“And I’d really like to punch you in the face for being such a fucking douchebag.”
“I know.”
“And if I see you laughing and talking to her again, I’m going to go postal.”
“Deal.” He smiles as he watches me as if sensing that he somehow talked himself out of this mess.
I get out of bed.