Page 49 of Eternally Yours
God, I love her.“No, nothing like that. I’m not going into details about what we did, but he was incredibly amazing. Perfect. He was so gentle with me and kind.” A giggle slips out when I notice the look they’re giving me. It clearly says‘bullshit’. “Well, at first.”
“Aw, she has hearts in her eyes.” Steve puts his hands together under his chin. “Ah, to be young and in love.”
“Steve, you’re not even two years older than us.” I give him a‘stop being stupid’look. “Oh! And by the way”—I turn to Emma—“Sy invited us to his game tonight.” I smile broadly. I know my friend loves hockey games, although I’m pretty sure she only goes to see the players.
She shrieks and jumps up from the chair, rushing around my desk and practically jumping in my arms. “Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you! We are going to have SO much fun!”
“You’ll have to thank Silas, he’s the one who told me to bring you.”
“Oh, trust me, I will. I’m going to kiss that man when I see him.” She smirks.
“Don’t you dare!” I practically shout.Wow, where did that come from?Emma’s smirk grows, she knew I’d react to her comment.The witch.
“Umm, what about me? Did we all just forget that maybe I would like to see some sweaty men in action, too?” Steve announces, sounding scandalized.
“Sorry, I’ll ask for next time. Promise.”
“You better, bitch.”
“Why is it that I always find you three in here?” And there goes Amanda, my wonderful boss. She’s right, this has become a daily thing. She shakes her head with a smile. “Meeting in five,” she declares with a knock on the doorframe before leaving.
Steve and Emma both get up, ready to head to the conference room. But I stop Em by the elbow, needing to ask her a specific question that I would rather not have an audience for.
“Wait, I wanted to ask you something.”
“What is it, babe? Need some painkillers? I think I have some in my bag.”
“Yes, that would be great. But that wasn’t my question. I was wondering... has a guy ever...” I’m overheating so badly at the thought of saying this out loud that I feel the need to fan myself.
“Ever what?”.
“Spanked you... down there,” I mumble the words out.
“Has a guy ever spanked my ass?” Now she looks confused.
“No. I mean, downthere,” I say through my teeth as I look down at my crotch.
She gasps loudly, gaining the attention of a few coworkers passing by. “He pussy spanked you!?”
I rush my hands to her mouth, trying to shut her up. “Shh! Emma, please!”God, I never should have said anything. I’m so embarrassed!“Yes, he did... it was strange, but good... I feel weird liking it. Is that fucked up?” I ask, worry lacing my voice.
Emma passes her fingers through my hair, placing it so it falls down my back in a motherly way. “Of course not, sweetie. Everyone has things they like and don’t. Some just like kinkier things, like you and your man. Nothing to be ashamed of. Now come on, or we’ll be late for the meeting. But when we get home, I want you to give me all the sordid details of your night with the big man.” She locks our arms together and drags us out of my office.
Later that evening, I’m sitting in my bathroom on a bar stool that Em brought from the kitchen while she curls my hair like she did yesterday. I don’t know what she does differently, but when I do it, they never turn out as nice.
“I feel like an impostor. I’m going to a hockey game dressed like a hockey fan. And yet, I know nothing about hockey. Sy has been trying to teach me about it from time to time, but I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it,” I tell her through the mirror, feeling disappointed in myself.
“You’ll get the hang of it after a couple games, I’ll help you. And you have every right to be there, you’re being a good girlfriend showing support for her boyfriend. Is Morgan gonna be there?”
“Yeah, she texted me earlier to ask if I was coming to the game. She’s going to sitwith us.”
“Oh my God, I can’t wait to meet her!” Emma bounces on the spot in excitement.She’s ridiculous.
“Just don’t be weird and ask inappropriate questions, like how big Clay is in the sac,” I scold her.
“Why do you always have to be a buzzkill?”
I chuckle in response. I don’t have a choice, knowing her, she definitely would ask Morg a question like that.
