Page 140 of Love Unforgettable
“I am,” she says, sitting up straight. “Why?”
“Do you want to talk about last night?”
“What about it?”
“We fucked, we made love, we cuddled, we had sex, we slept together. Any of the above.”
“Hmm, no. Not about that.”
“Not about that meaning you want to talk but about something else outside of sex? Or not about that meaning you don’t want to talk about last night at all?”
“The first one.” She looks down at our laps.
“Okay,” I say and then wait to see if she’ll say more.
She doesn’t.
I stay quiet and wait for her to look at me.
Until I can’t. “Sweetness, a conversation only works if it’s two people having it.”
“I know. I just . . . it’s embarrassing.”
“You burped around my cock last night, is it more embarrassing than that?” I chuckle.
“No,” she laughs. “You told me you loved me.”
I did?
“Then you didn’t say anything after that,” she says.
I didn’t?
“And I just wasn’t sure if I imagined it, or . . .”
Fuck.
“Uh . . . well . . . how do you feel about that?’ I cringe as I ask it.
How lame can I get?
“How do I feel about it?” she repeats.
“Yeah, does it make you happy to hear that?”
Apparently, I can get much lamer.
“Well, sure, of course. But it seemed like you were asleep and so I wasn’t sure how serious you were.”
That explains why I don’t remember.
“Well . . .” I start trying to think of the right way to say this because I thought that was a dream.
She looks at me curiously. “Do you even remember saying it?” I meet her eyes slowly.
“OHMIGOD!” she says, climbing off my lap. “You don’t even remember saying it. What is wrong with me? I bet I did imagine it. Here I’ve been worrying all morning about how to handle this, and it’s not even true.”
“What do you mean how to handle it?” I ask standing to follow her.
