Page 31 of Promise Kept

What does this man have?

A large coffee.

And some bagels.

I can kiss him.

“Is this you taking care of me?” I ask.

“Sure,” he says. “Can we talk?”

“Is this about last night? You know the entire day…”

“I get it. I’m not here to judge you. It happens.”

“Okay,” I say. “Come in.”

I back up.

Ellis steps into my apartment.

I realize he’s been here before.

Last night.

When I was a drunk mess.

I’m not so sure I’m much less of a mess.

“Don’t mind me,” I say. “I feel as shitty as I look.”

I laugh and turn.

I look down to put the coffee and bagels down.

I find myself frozen again.

I’m staring down at the table.

I’m staring right at my little purple friend.

Just sitting there. Resting there.

My vibrator on the coffee table like a conversation starter paperweight.

As though it hadn’t just a few minutes ago been pleasuring my clit.

I glance at Ellis.

He’s staring at the vibrator too.

He then looks at me.

I’m not sure what to say.

Do I lighten the mood? That’s not mine! Or How did that get there?

Do I… get dirty? Want to watch me use it?

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