Page 38 of Falling in Love with Two

“I’m not looking for anything here. I’m in no place to do a relationship—or anything even remotely close to it. In fact, it’s probably a good idea that this not go any further.

I smile. “Leah, you can leave any time you want.”

She runs her hand through her hair. “I know. What I’m saying is maybe you and I have some fun tonight. But after that, we go our separate ways. We leave it as just tonight. Then, we move on like it never happened.”

“Okay,” I say.

She points her finger at me. “I mean it. No dates. No calls. Nothing.”

“Let’s say I agree. First, you have to tell me why.”

“Because I need to get my shit together in a very short amount of time. I can’t have any distractions. And although you’re a wonderful one, you’re still very distracting. I just need to focus on myself.” She pauses another moment. “So, I need you to promise me. One more night of fun, and that’s it.”

As much as I don’t want to make that promise, I understand the sentiment of wanting to get your ducks in a row. It’s not always an easy thing to do.

“Okay, I promise,” I agree. “Now, what kind of fun do you want to have?”

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” I tell Leah.

“Right hand blue, fucker,” she barks while contorting her body.

Leah surprised the shit out of me when she spotted Twister on my board game shelf and wanted to play.

It’s not surprising that she’s wiping the floor with me. I may be in decent shape, but flexibility isn’t one of my strong suits. Leah, on the other hand, is bending like a pretzel.

I move my right hand to a blue circle and almost collapse in the process.

She flicks the spinner. “Left foot red.”

I’m now in a position where I am practically making a bridge with my body. Leah positions herself underneath me, and her blue eyes stare into mine.

“Right foot yellow,” she announces.

When I try to move my foot, she moves hers at the same time, and we collide, causing both of us to lose our balance and topple to the ground.

Through a fit of giggles, Leah says, “You suck at Twister.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, you just lost.”

Looking down at her as she lies underneath me, I say, “I have a beautiful woman under me. I think I’m the winner here.”

Her mouth curls up on one side. “Man, I bet you get so much pussy. I bet this place is a revolving door of women.”

I stand and hold my hand out to help her up. “Actually, you’re the first woman I’ve had here.”

As she stands, she says, “Yeah, right.”

“Leah, I just moved in a little over a month ago. Between moving, unpacking, and getting settled, you’re the first one I’ve had over.”

“I feel so special,” she says.

“You should. You’re one of the first people to even see it.”

“Look at you. Having your shit together enough to buy a house.”

I laugh. “I can hardly believe it myself. I even bought new furniture.” I gesture to the couch before taking a seat on it.

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