Page 2 of Love Undiscovered
He stops and looks at me with his head slightly cocked, a confused look on his face.
“Off,” I say gruffly, as I start to sit up, still pushing against him.
He rolls off me, pulling out as he goes, and turns to lay on his back beside me.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his tone annoyed. He looks at the ceiling, forearm resting on his forehead, as he tries to catch his breath.
“This isn’t working for me.”
“What does that mean? What’s not working for you?” He leans up slightly and cocks his head, squinting his eyes as he asks his questions.
“The sex isn’t working for me. I’m just not feeling it,” I say.
“Not feeling it? Am I doing something wrong?”
“No. I’m sure it’s just me.”
“Are you just not in the mood? Do you want to wait a bit? Maybe change positions? I can go faster. Or slower.” His brown eyes are wide with hope.
God, I’m an asshole.
“That’s not going to make a difference, Alex.”
“Well, how do you know unless we try it?” He looks at me, a small smile on his face.
“It’s not going to happen. I don’t know how to be any clearer. The sexis notworking for me. I’m not going to get off. I don’t see a reason to continue.”
“How do you know you’re not going to get off?”
Wow. He’s so much more persistent than I thought. I need to shut this down. He needs to leave. I want to shower, change my sheets, and get on with my day.
“I just know, okay?”
“Okay,” he says drawing out the word. “Maybe I could—” He reaches for me.
“I don’t think so,” I say, trying to be gentler.
“Okay, that’s a little harsh—”
“I’m sorry.” I guess he didn’t get that I was being gentle. I get out of the bed and walk naked to the bathroom. “I don’t mean to be harsh. I just… I think it’s best if you leave now. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower and, uh, stuff.”
I close the bathroom door behind me and turn on the shower. Then make the mistake of glancing in the mirror. My normally, carefully coiffed black hair looks like a back-comb teasing experiment gone bad. My makeup is still intact though, thank god. That’s what hundreds of dollars atSephorawill get you.
“Remi.”
I hear him outside the bathroom door, still trying to talk to me.
“Alex, just go. Please. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
“If that’s really what you want,” he says, sounding petulant.
“It is.” I keep my voice firm.
“Okay. I’ll call you later,” he sighs.
“You don’t have to call me later.”
“You don’t even want me to call you?” he asks, sounding surprised.
