Page 28 of Unmasking Love
Would he even be into missionary sex?
He’s athletic, maybe he likes doing it standing up? That's fancy.
Oh heavens, could he hold me by the back of my thighs and fuck me against a wall?
My knees nearly give out at that idea and the sensation brings my focus back to the present.
“Th-Thanks Aiden, I’m sorry about today.”
“Why the fuck are you sorry?” I draw back at his blatant anger. “That asshole cheated on you, took advantage of you, and you’re sorry!?”
“Oh, no, not about that.” I wave off his comment with an addedpfftsound. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to see the house.”
“Harper, I couldn’t care less about the house.”
I blink up at him. What does he mean he doesn’t care about the house? My nose starts to sting with tears. Doesn’t he care that I am working so hard to find him somewhere to live? A place with a roof and lots of walls and floors? It’s almost like he’d…
“You’d rather be homeless?” I squeak out as the tears push against the backs of my eyes.
“What?”
“What do you,” I blubber, “mean you’d rather be homeless than live in that house?” I throw myself down on my sofa and bury my face in the cushions. All I ever wanted was to find him a house he could fuck in and he doesn’t even care about it. He doesn’t want it. Doesn’t want me.
“Harper, I never said I’d rather be homeless.” He says and I feel the sofa shift under his weight.
The tears are streaming now, I think my nose is crying too, “but you said you don’t care about the house.” I sniffle.
“I don’t.”
“See!” God, why is he torturing me!
“See what?”
“You’d rather be homeless than let me find you a house!” I collapse into the cushion again.
“You know I’m not homeless now, right?” He asks through a little laugh.
“Yes,” I sneer back. “I know that. You live in the uppity apartment.”
“Uppity?”
“Yeah, it’sup.” Geesh he’s dense.
“You mean, it’s on the second floor.”
“Yes! Up. That’s what I said.” I wipe snot on the back of my hand.
“Alright, here we go.” Aiden stands and lifts me again. He sets me on my feet and turns me toward the bathroom. “Go wipe off what’s left of your makeup and take out your contacts. It’s time for bed.”
“Okay,” I concede. Maybe he is into missionary after all. He wouldn’t need a new house for that. Just a place for a good mattress, and headboard.
I stumble to the bathroom and pull my sweater over my head.
I wonder what kind of headboard he has?
I’m feeling very sweaty now. I should stop thinking about Aiden needing a house for sex. It’s affecting me. I hiss when I turn the light on because it’s so damn bright. I slam it back off before crashing into the counter. I pluck out my contacts in the dark, and use a makeup wipe to wash my face while I pee. I leave my skirt and boyshorts on the floor of the bathroom. Laundry is Future Harper’s problem.
Tears threaten again when I remember Aiden and I still didn’t quite clear up the fact he’d rather be homeless and live in that high up apartment. And, maybe I should feel embarrassed by this whole day but my body feels very sleepy now. I just need a glass of water and then I’ll pass out.
