I can’t fake talk like I demonstrated to Kyle when I first asked him to help me out. But since I’m more concerned about Muumu than Joni, it doesn’t matter if he understands me or not.
“Hey, are you busy?” I say to the phone. I laugh as if Kyle had just said something funny, but all I can think about is how the joke is on me. Kyle is married and he cheated on his wife by not only kissing me, he went down on me. The laugh sounds phony to my ears.
Pushing away the memory of what his roommate told me, I close my eyes and remember the feel of Kyle’s tongue against mine. And then my thoughts turn south and I remember the feel of his tongue on my girlie parts. A small moan slips out. Awesome. Now it sounds like I’m having phone sex. “I’m just about to go for a run.” The words come out all breathy. Oh well, whatever works.
Since Joni can understand me, I add, “Have fun coaching today, babe. I miss you.” The ache between my legs echoes that sentiment. Clearly it’s already forgotten that Kyle’s married.
I fake end the call and return to the hallway where Joni and Muumu are still standing. “Sorry about that. You ready?”
Muumu tells me to have fun and goes into the kitchen. I can’t tell if she fell for my act and finally realizes I’m not single.
Unless…unless she’s spoken to my mom and Mom confirmed that I don’t have a boyfriend. I’ve always been open with her about these things. She has no reason to believe I’m keeping a boyfriend from her. Oh crap. Maybe I need to tell my mom what I’m up to. If I’m lucky, she’ll tell Muumu to back off.
Joni and I walk down the stairs and exit the building. The sun is shining and promises to be another warm day. Without saying anything to each other, we start with a light jog, heading along the sidewalk. A few cars drive past, but nothing like the weekday morning traffic.
Needing to burn off my frustration at what happened last night, I pick up my pace. Joni easily matches it. I get the sense he’s holding back so he can run with me.
“You and that guy aren’t really dating, are you?” he says.
I stumble on a raised crack in the sidewalk. That’s what I get for not paying attention to where I’m running. “Why would you say that?”
“I can just tell.”
And the award for worst actress goes to…
“I’m curious,” he continues, “why are you pretending that you’re dating him?”
“It’s nothing personal. It’s just I don’t want to be involved with anyone. But you try explaining that to my grandmother. Even if she could understand what I tell her, she won’t understand my reasons.” I conveniently ignore the part about how I was involved with Kyle twelve hours ago. What happened with him only further cemented my resolve.
Joni laughs, the sound slightly distorted because we’re running. “If you’re going to break my heart, can you please explain why you don’t want to be involved with anyone?”
I consider picking up the pace so neither of us is able to talk, but the least I can do is tell him the modified version of the truth. Besides, who else is going to translate for me when it comes to Muumu?
“I had a boyfriend last year who I loved. We’d been together for several years but he didn’t love me like I thought he had.” I keep my gaze glued ahead, not daring to turn to see Joni’s reaction. “He was cheating on me.” The word ‘cheating’ cuts through me and I can barely breathe.
How could I have been such an idiot last night? And what is it with me and males who are only capable of cheating? Which just proves, once again, that I’m cursed.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Joni says, “but not all guys cheat.”
I give a spluttered laugh. “My track record proves otherwise.” This time I do pick up the pace.
“What do you mean?”
“My father cheated on my mother. And it turns out Kyle has a wife back home.”
“I don’t think being your fake boyfriend counts as cheating on her.”
I
“Hey, are you busy?” I say to the phone. I laugh as if Kyle had just said something funny, but all I can think about is how the joke is on me. Kyle is married and he cheated on his wife by not only kissing me, he went down on me. The laugh sounds phony to my ears.
Pushing away the memory of what his roommate told me, I close my eyes and remember the feel of Kyle’s tongue against mine. And then my thoughts turn south and I remember the feel of his tongue on my girlie parts. A small moan slips out. Awesome. Now it sounds like I’m having phone sex. “I’m just about to go for a run.” The words come out all breathy. Oh well, whatever works.
Since Joni can understand me, I add, “Have fun coaching today, babe. I miss you.” The ache between my legs echoes that sentiment. Clearly it’s already forgotten that Kyle’s married.
I fake end the call and return to the hallway where Joni and Muumu are still standing. “Sorry about that. You ready?”
Muumu tells me to have fun and goes into the kitchen. I can’t tell if she fell for my act and finally realizes I’m not single.
Unless…unless she’s spoken to my mom and Mom confirmed that I don’t have a boyfriend. I’ve always been open with her about these things. She has no reason to believe I’m keeping a boyfriend from her. Oh crap. Maybe I need to tell my mom what I’m up to. If I’m lucky, she’ll tell Muumu to back off.
Joni and I walk down the stairs and exit the building. The sun is shining and promises to be another warm day. Without saying anything to each other, we start with a light jog, heading along the sidewalk. A few cars drive past, but nothing like the weekday morning traffic.
Needing to burn off my frustration at what happened last night, I pick up my pace. Joni easily matches it. I get the sense he’s holding back so he can run with me.
“You and that guy aren’t really dating, are you?” he says.
I stumble on a raised crack in the sidewalk. That’s what I get for not paying attention to where I’m running. “Why would you say that?”
“I can just tell.”
And the award for worst actress goes to…
“I’m curious,” he continues, “why are you pretending that you’re dating him?”
“It’s nothing personal. It’s just I don’t want to be involved with anyone. But you try explaining that to my grandmother. Even if she could understand what I tell her, she won’t understand my reasons.” I conveniently ignore the part about how I was involved with Kyle twelve hours ago. What happened with him only further cemented my resolve.
Joni laughs, the sound slightly distorted because we’re running. “If you’re going to break my heart, can you please explain why you don’t want to be involved with anyone?”
I consider picking up the pace so neither of us is able to talk, but the least I can do is tell him the modified version of the truth. Besides, who else is going to translate for me when it comes to Muumu?
“I had a boyfriend last year who I loved. We’d been together for several years but he didn’t love me like I thought he had.” I keep my gaze glued ahead, not daring to turn to see Joni’s reaction. “He was cheating on me.” The word ‘cheating’ cuts through me and I can barely breathe.
How could I have been such an idiot last night? And what is it with me and males who are only capable of cheating? Which just proves, once again, that I’m cursed.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Joni says, “but not all guys cheat.”
I give a spluttered laugh. “My track record proves otherwise.” This time I do pick up the pace.
“What do you mean?”
“My father cheated on my mother. And it turns out Kyle has a wife back home.”
“I don’t think being your fake boyfriend counts as cheating on her.”
I
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