I took a bite of mu shu pork and shook my head at the take-out containers. “I can’t believe that you have the world’s most amazing kitchen and all you eat is take-out.”
“You’re so trying to change the subject.” He grinned slyly at me.
“I just feel like an idiot, okay? Although, I’m not really sure why it’s that big a deal.”
“Hmm, speaking of big deals, did you by any chance broach the delicate subject of a certain threesome he tried to involve you in?”
I sighed and avoided meeting his eyes. “No. I just couldn’t figure out how to work it into the conversation. I mean, it just would have felt weird to suddenly say, “Now, about that girl you wanted me to sleep with—”
“Yes, I’d find that a bit awkward myself.”
I stuffed another bite of Chinese into my mouth and glared at him, not sure if he was making fun of the situation or not. I swallowed. “What’s the point? It’s not like we were going to get involved again anyway.”
“Oh, right. Because you’re running away to Thailand in, like, three weeks, and couldn’t possibly have time to go on a date or something before then.”
“There’s going on a date and there’s getting involved. And I’m not ‘running away.’ It’s my job.”
“A job that has kept you most conveniently unable to form any long-term relationships. At least not with any straight guys.”
“I think I’ll have that drink after all,” I said, annoyed. I made a move to stand up, but he was on his feet ahead of me and headed for the liquor cabinet.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” he said. “Vodka tonic coming up.”
“Look, even if we did somehow resolve everything and get back together—plenty of big if’s there—he’s not going to leave a career he’s worked so hard for so just he can go backpacking in the developing world.”
“Well, you go backpacking in dusty little countries no one’s heard of, and you have a career.”
“You just finished telling me what a great opportunity he has here. I can’t imagine he’s going to quit this great job to come hang out in Southeast Asia, and it doesn’t sound like he’s gotten any better at long-distance relationships than he used to be. And most people have heard of Thailand,” I added.
“But you totally have the hots for him, right?” He grinned wickedly at me.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, thinking about how gorgeous Jason was. “Oh, my God! So many times, I’ve thought about him and wondered if I’d still think he was as hot as I did in college. You know, maybe I was just remembering everything through rose-colored glasses? But he’s actually hotter that he was in college. He’s sexy and smooth and confident, and he’s a good listener—”
“Stop. You’re going to make me fall in love with him, too.” He took a deep breath. “Okay, so here are your options, as I see them: fess up that you lied, deal with the embarrassment and see where things go, or stay ‘engaged,’ stay just friends, and settle for that resolution you want so badly.”
“Maybe I should tell him I caught my fiancé in bed with another man and throw myself into his arms for comfort,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
“If only. I think this web’s getting tangled enough. Let’s not put any more ‘misunderstandings’ in play unless we have to, okay?”
I sighed, feeling serious again. “So you think it’s resolution versus the potential for hot sex and possible heartbreak?”
He nodded. “About sums it up.”
“I suppose resolution would be the healthier choice,” I sighed.
Stephen handed me a frosty highball glass. “There’s no right or wrong here, roomie. Romance might be more of a risk, but it’s just as legitimate. On the other hand, this guy let you down once before. Maybe just coming to terms with that once and for all and moving on, really would be the better option.” He gave me a sideways glance. “But as your therapist and financial advisor, I am obligated
“You’re so trying to change the subject.” He grinned slyly at me.
“I just feel like an idiot, okay? Although, I’m not really sure why it’s that big a deal.”
“Hmm, speaking of big deals, did you by any chance broach the delicate subject of a certain threesome he tried to involve you in?”
I sighed and avoided meeting his eyes. “No. I just couldn’t figure out how to work it into the conversation. I mean, it just would have felt weird to suddenly say, “Now, about that girl you wanted me to sleep with—”
“Yes, I’d find that a bit awkward myself.”
I stuffed another bite of Chinese into my mouth and glared at him, not sure if he was making fun of the situation or not. I swallowed. “What’s the point? It’s not like we were going to get involved again anyway.”
“Oh, right. Because you’re running away to Thailand in, like, three weeks, and couldn’t possibly have time to go on a date or something before then.”
“There’s going on a date and there’s getting involved. And I’m not ‘running away.’ It’s my job.”
“A job that has kept you most conveniently unable to form any long-term relationships. At least not with any straight guys.”
“I think I’ll have that drink after all,” I said, annoyed. I made a move to stand up, but he was on his feet ahead of me and headed for the liquor cabinet.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” he said. “Vodka tonic coming up.”
“Look, even if we did somehow resolve everything and get back together—plenty of big if’s there—he’s not going to leave a career he’s worked so hard for so just he can go backpacking in the developing world.”
“Well, you go backpacking in dusty little countries no one’s heard of, and you have a career.”
“You just finished telling me what a great opportunity he has here. I can’t imagine he’s going to quit this great job to come hang out in Southeast Asia, and it doesn’t sound like he’s gotten any better at long-distance relationships than he used to be. And most people have heard of Thailand,” I added.
“But you totally have the hots for him, right?” He grinned wickedly at me.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, thinking about how gorgeous Jason was. “Oh, my God! So many times, I’ve thought about him and wondered if I’d still think he was as hot as I did in college. You know, maybe I was just remembering everything through rose-colored glasses? But he’s actually hotter that he was in college. He’s sexy and smooth and confident, and he’s a good listener—”
“Stop. You’re going to make me fall in love with him, too.” He took a deep breath. “Okay, so here are your options, as I see them: fess up that you lied, deal with the embarrassment and see where things go, or stay ‘engaged,’ stay just friends, and settle for that resolution you want so badly.”
“Maybe I should tell him I caught my fiancé in bed with another man and throw myself into his arms for comfort,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
“If only. I think this web’s getting tangled enough. Let’s not put any more ‘misunderstandings’ in play unless we have to, okay?”
I sighed, feeling serious again. “So you think it’s resolution versus the potential for hot sex and possible heartbreak?”
He nodded. “About sums it up.”
“I suppose resolution would be the healthier choice,” I sighed.
Stephen handed me a frosty highball glass. “There’s no right or wrong here, roomie. Romance might be more of a risk, but it’s just as legitimate. On the other hand, this guy let you down once before. Maybe just coming to terms with that once and for all and moving on, really would be the better option.” He gave me a sideways glance. “But as your therapist and financial advisor, I am obligated
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