Page 44 of Every Inch of You
Chapter Sixteen
VIVIAN
Days and days went by,and I was starting to feel just fine about this just sex thing with Brad. If that was all he was capable of giving me at this point, then I wouldn’t complain, because it was a lot. I mean, we had a lot of sex. Almost every day. Always at his place. I never spent the night, and he had certainly never asked meto.
It had not even occurred to me before that the high endurance-level of that man’s fit body would extend into the bedroom, but I had never been so thoroughly intercoursed in mylife.
As an added bonus, the skin all over my body was silky smooth from being exfoliated by hisstubble.
In between work and sex, I worked out with Sebastian, who actually complimented me and chatted with me and made me laugh while I was exercising. I went to a cardio-salsa class on Thursday morning, met up with Frankie and her friends for a late dinner on Friday night. Once I even got up at six to jog around my neighborhood. I won’t be doing that ever again, but I’m glad I can say that I did itonce.
It felt like I had a pretty balanced life, and I really washappy.
I had been texting my sister throughout the week, just little check-in blitzes, to see if she’d received the dozen rainbow penis lollipops and plastic pecker eyeglasses that I’d sent her, but I hadn’t had a real conversation with her in a bit. I always waited for her to call me, because she was sobusy.
Finally, Aubrey FaceTimed me on an afternoon when I was working at home. I took her call on my laptop. When the video connected, she squinted her eyes and leaned in to inspect herscreen.
“Oh my God you finally boinked him—why didn’t you tell me immediately?! That’s sounfair!”
“Is it thatobvious?”
“You’re glowing. You look so happy. Come closer so I can see youbetter.”
I leaned in towards thecamera.
“Your skin has never looked that good. Did you get afacial?”
“No, it’s just the exercise. And the sex. I am happy, Aubrey. I’m so grateful toyou.”
Aubrey waved her hand, dismissively. “So it’s a regular ongoingthing?”
I nodded. “I mean, we’re not dating, but yeah. We see each other almost every day. It’s fun. And intense. But mostly fun.” I immediately burst into tears and then startedlaughing.
“What is wrong withyou?”
“I don’t know. I keep crying when I’m at home by myself. I think it’s a detoxthing.”
“What iswrong?”
“Nothing. Literally nothing is wrong, I’m just so happy, sometimes I just feel so much I have tocry.”
“What iswrong?”
“Oh it’s so dumb. Sometimes I feel bad about not being withBrad.”
“But you are withhim.”
“I mean in highschool.”
“Okay that’s justcrazy.”
“I know. I just get so jealous of all the other women he’s been with and sad that he ever felt rejected andlonely.”
“Okay that’s…You know what I actually called to talk about me this time.” She actually looked stressed-out. My sister never looked stressed-out. Except at familygatherings.
“Is itMom?”
“She’s driving me bonkers! She’s trying to meddle with all of my wedding arrangements and she wants me to invite like thirty of her friends and everyone from Daddy’s office. It’s too expensive. She says they’ll pay for their guests of course, but we can’t go over 150 guests because it’s not that big of a venue, plus it’s a freaking island and there are a limited number of rooms! She’s being a controlfreak.”
