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“Right.”
“I mean, I’m still angry at him, but he wants us to pick up right where we left off.”
“And you don’t want to do that?”
“How can I when I still remember his look of revulsion from that night and how much it hurt?”
“I understand.”
“He says that he loves me unconditionally, but it’s not true – he loves Cia but the part of me that is Black is a turn-off for him. He even said that part of me made his dick shrink.”
“Did he now?” Bruce said quietly. “I think you need to test that.”
“Test that how?” I asked, not following him.
“I suggest that you dress as Black, and ask him to make love to you.”
I gasped. “No way. He would never do that.”
“Then tell him that it matters to you.”
“Didn’t you hear how I just told you the Goth look makes his dick shrink?”
“I heard you. It was just an idea to find out once and for all how deep his love is.”
“Thanks, but he’ll only reject me again and then I’ll be hurt again. It won’t work.”
“No, it won’t work unless you try it, that’s for sure.”
“Bruce…” I said in that tone that really meant: Scale down your craziness, will you?
Our conversation continued another twenty minutes and when I hung up, his suggestion stayed in my thoughts. I couldn’t dress up as Black and go visit Gabriel, could I?
On the other hand, it would be just me and him, so even if he did reject me, at least this time there wouldn’t be an audience. I would be able to leave with closure knowing that he wasn’t worth crying over.
I didn’t intend on dressing up as Black after that, but if he truly did love me, he would behave nicely, hug me, and accept me no matter how I looked. I didn’t need him to make love to me; I would settle for a big long hug.
Violet popped her head into the living room. “Is the coast clear?”
“Yeah, come in.”
“So you’re done talking to the crazy doctor?”
“Yes… but I’m still mad at you for setting me up like that.”
Violet sat on the armrest of the couch. “I can live with that if it helps you move on, either with or without him.”
“He asked me to marry him again.”
“Wow…” She whistled. “That’s something.”
“I know.”
“Can I be your bridesmaid?” she asked. “I’ve never been a bridesmaid.”
“I haven’t said yes.”
She chuckled. “Yet.”
