Page 13 of Rebound With Me
“What? Yeah. It’s just drywall. I didn’t—I’m going to fix that tomorrow. I’m sorry—I can fix it—don’t hire somebody. I’ll come back and take care of it.”
“Sooo. This was supposed to be a revenge fuck or something?” Her eyes flicker when she says the word “fuck.”
“No. Yes. I guess at first. Yeah.”
She looks me in the eyes, then down at the floor. After a few seconds, she watches me as she stands up, keeping the pillow in front of her, and goes to the kitchen. “Stay there I’ll get something.”
She disappears into the kitchen. I fully expect her to come running out with a knife, screaming. That’s what 80% of the other women I’ve been with would do right about now. If I were smart I’d go out the front door and never look back.
I hear the fridge door open and shut.
She comes out, holding a bag of frozen peas in front of the pillow at her chest. She walks up to me, picks up my right hand and places the icy bag on top of my knuckles.
The sting of cold makes me jerk back, but nothing’s as startling as the way she’s looking at me with such kindness and understanding, I have to look away.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next, I just know that I have never met anyone like this girl before, and if I don’t get the chance to know her more, my fist will be going through every wall I encounter from now on.
