Page 13 of Shared Spaces

“Sorry, I just—”

“Hate the smell of pickles. Yeah, I know,” Jay says, reaching for the stack of hand towels in the drawer beside him.

“You better wash those in hot water!” I exclaim, immediately picturing what it would be like to dry your dishes with a pickle smelling towel.

The cold wash cycle doesn’t always get certain smells out.

“Relax,” He says, throwing a few towels down onto the pool of liquid.

I cannot believe the amount of things that have gone wrong in this kitchen because of me. Almost every time, I burn myself or drop something.

I thought I learned my lesson with the charred steak.

“Did you notice what’s sitting on the counter over there?” Jay asks, pointing to the large box I didn’t see when I walked in.

I’m oblivious to my surroundings most of the time.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim, noticing how beautiful the machine on the box is.

“Is this what you had in mind?” Jay grins, clearly loving my reaction to his gift.

“Thank-you!” I squeal.

“Oh, but…you’ll have to read the note on it first. There’s a mild stipulation, of course.” He says with a wide, sinister grin.

Noting the bright blue stick it note on the front, I reach out and peel it off to read it.

Asshole.

“You can’t be serious, your coffee maker was ancient! This is bribery,” I exclaim playfully.

“Is it though? I just don’t want a party. It’s a very simple request actually.” Jay says, his tone changing slightly.

“Why?” I ask as I run my fingers along the box.

“I just don’t.”

I gag immediately at the putrid smell of pickle again as it wafts past my nose.

“Ha! That’s a first,” Jay chuckles lightly.

“What?”

“You gag from the smell of pickles, but yet you don’t gag when I stuff my cock down yo—”

“Shut up! It’s not even remotely the same!”

I leave him to clean up the mess, since he’s the one who insisted that we buy that big of a jar. Maybe next time, he will just leave the fucking pickles on the shelf in the store, for someone else to enjoy.

Fucking pickles.

Also, I’m not canceling a fucking thing. He’s the one who will suffer with my caffeine withdrawals.

Joke’s on you, Jay.

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