two of us.
“So, how was your weekend?” I ask, breaking the ice, setting a pile of books on the desk.
His hand stills over the mouse, but he doesn’t reply.
“Mine was great,” I continue, straightening a stack of manuals full of information that I will never understand. “Thanks for asking. The holiday was typical—you know, all the usual family crap, but nothing out of the ordinary. Upside though, I did get laid. How about you?”
Foster pushes away from the desk, spins the chair, and crosses his arms over his waist. I pull out the last of the books from deposit and place them on the desk, waiting for him to say something. The look on his face is so serious and stoic that I wonder if I went too far, making light of our situation.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his voice low and serious.
I sit up in my seat. “Tell you what?”
“That you were already seeing someone? I’m not into the cheating game. I wish I had known.”
My face sours. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
“I saw you kissing the guy in the hall.”
We got so busy, and I was so concerned about the inevitable tension between Foster and me that Wolfgang’s little stunt at the door completely escaped my mind.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I laugh.
“Well, whatever he is, that wasn’t cool.”
“Are you jealous?”
“No. Shit.” His fingers comb through his hair. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter anyhow. Glad I know now.”
“Why doesn’t it matter?”
He shrugs. “It just doesn’t.” He rotates the chair, facing the computer screen once again.
I explain, “The guy in the hall is just a friend of mine. He was kissing me because he’s an idiot. And so am I.”
He gives me a what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about look.
“That’s Wolfgang. You remember him? He was supposed to help me out for my photography project, but he sliced his hand. We’ve been friends for almost four years. He’s not my boyfriend, and we aren’t seeing each other. He doesn’t even play for the hetero team. He’s gay.”
Foster lifts his brows.
“I told him about us—you know, the other night—and he thought he was being helpful.”
“You are making absolutely no sense.”
I sigh heavily. “Listen, this is really weird for me.” I point a finger back and forth between the two of us a few times. “So, I’m just going to come out and say it. Thanks for the good boning, but I’m not interested in anything else. That likely makes me sound like a bitch, but it’s the truth. I wasn’t cheating, and I’m not dating anyone.”
He laughs. “You’re nervous.”
“Hell yeah, I am. Aren’t you?”
“No. Well, I was until I saw you kissing that guy, and then I just got pissed. I’m not into playing someone’s revenge fuck, but I’m good now.”
“A revenge fuck? No, it definitely wasn’t anything like that.” I tongue the inside of my cheek. “Just a bit of fun between the sheets.”
He tightens his lips, amused. “That’s good to hear. Glad I could entertain you in a way that you like.”
“Well, it wasn’t that much fun,” I backpedal, trying not to inflate his ego.
“No, no, you can’t take it back. It was the best night of your life, and you know it.”
My hands fly up in play surrender. “I admit it. The truth has set me free.”
“Well, as long as you acknowledge it.” He lowers his voice and adds, “And even if you didn’t, the fact that you practically made me deaf by screaming the hell out of my name is proof enough for me.”
My jaw hits the floor as Foster stifles a grin.
“You did not just say that.”
“There’s proof in the action. Cause and effect.”
I shake my head and return my attention to the task at hand. Stacking the books together, I check in the top manual as Foster scoots toward his monitor, resuming work.
It would appear that Wolfgang was right. If I don’t make a big deal out of it, then neither will Foster. However, he was obviously unhappy when he thought that I was
“So, how was your weekend?” I ask, breaking the ice, setting a pile of books on the desk.
His hand stills over the mouse, but he doesn’t reply.
“Mine was great,” I continue, straightening a stack of manuals full of information that I will never understand. “Thanks for asking. The holiday was typical—you know, all the usual family crap, but nothing out of the ordinary. Upside though, I did get laid. How about you?”
Foster pushes away from the desk, spins the chair, and crosses his arms over his waist. I pull out the last of the books from deposit and place them on the desk, waiting for him to say something. The look on his face is so serious and stoic that I wonder if I went too far, making light of our situation.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his voice low and serious.
I sit up in my seat. “Tell you what?”
“That you were already seeing someone? I’m not into the cheating game. I wish I had known.”
My face sours. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
“I saw you kissing the guy in the hall.”
We got so busy, and I was so concerned about the inevitable tension between Foster and me that Wolfgang’s little stunt at the door completely escaped my mind.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I laugh.
“Well, whatever he is, that wasn’t cool.”
“Are you jealous?”
“No. Shit.” His fingers comb through his hair. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter anyhow. Glad I know now.”
“Why doesn’t it matter?”
He shrugs. “It just doesn’t.” He rotates the chair, facing the computer screen once again.
I explain, “The guy in the hall is just a friend of mine. He was kissing me because he’s an idiot. And so am I.”
He gives me a what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about look.
“That’s Wolfgang. You remember him? He was supposed to help me out for my photography project, but he sliced his hand. We’ve been friends for almost four years. He’s not my boyfriend, and we aren’t seeing each other. He doesn’t even play for the hetero team. He’s gay.”
Foster lifts his brows.
“I told him about us—you know, the other night—and he thought he was being helpful.”
“You are making absolutely no sense.”
I sigh heavily. “Listen, this is really weird for me.” I point a finger back and forth between the two of us a few times. “So, I’m just going to come out and say it. Thanks for the good boning, but I’m not interested in anything else. That likely makes me sound like a bitch, but it’s the truth. I wasn’t cheating, and I’m not dating anyone.”
He laughs. “You’re nervous.”
“Hell yeah, I am. Aren’t you?”
“No. Well, I was until I saw you kissing that guy, and then I just got pissed. I’m not into playing someone’s revenge fuck, but I’m good now.”
“A revenge fuck? No, it definitely wasn’t anything like that.” I tongue the inside of my cheek. “Just a bit of fun between the sheets.”
He tightens his lips, amused. “That’s good to hear. Glad I could entertain you in a way that you like.”
“Well, it wasn’t that much fun,” I backpedal, trying not to inflate his ego.
“No, no, you can’t take it back. It was the best night of your life, and you know it.”
My hands fly up in play surrender. “I admit it. The truth has set me free.”
“Well, as long as you acknowledge it.” He lowers his voice and adds, “And even if you didn’t, the fact that you practically made me deaf by screaming the hell out of my name is proof enough for me.”
My jaw hits the floor as Foster stifles a grin.
“You did not just say that.”
“There’s proof in the action. Cause and effect.”
I shake my head and return my attention to the task at hand. Stacking the books together, I check in the top manual as Foster scoots toward his monitor, resuming work.
It would appear that Wolfgang was right. If I don’t make a big deal out of it, then neither will Foster. However, he was obviously unhappy when he thought that I was