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“Why do you say that?”
After a brief pause, wherein I could literally hear her eyeballs rolling around in their sockets, she said: “Jesus. If you honestly don’t know, maybe you don’t deserve her.”
And that was all I needed to hear. “Chloe—don’t tell her we had this conversation.”
“Sistuh, please. This ain’t my first rodeo.”
She hung up on me. It was the second time I’d been hung up on by a woman that day, after discussing Gemma. It was like they wanted to get off the phone before anyone said anything that would mess this delicate situation up.
I started jogging again, determined to do another full lap around the reservoir before thinking about Gemma again. I made it about ten steps, then gave up. I didn’t give up on the run, I gave up on not-thinking about Gemma. I was resigned to a lifetime of it.
Since we’d kissed, I had decided not to have sex with anyone except Gemma. Which would have been a lot easier if I were already having sex with her. But I didn’t want to be hypocritical in wanting her to refrain from having sex with anyone other than me, while I was still going out with other women.
I know. Somebody throw me a parade for being the greatest guy in the universe.
Being a man of honor should be enough of a reward in itself, but I was horny as fuck and I didn’t know if I’d be able to remain in the same room with her anymore without wanting to rip her clothes off. I didn’t even remember how I managed to be around her for years without imagining what it would be like to kiss her all over all the time.
I had been taking longer showers for the past couple of days because I couldn’t be naked without thinking about penetrating her from every possible angle, so my next water bill was going to be huge and my inability to deal with these feelings in some other way was detrimental to the environment. I. Needed. To. Do. Something. I just had to pick the right time.
I knew it was unfair to ask her to commit to me forever when she’d only been with one other guy and I’d been with more than ten, less than a hundred females—but I was one hundred percent willing to do whatever I could to ensure that she’d never miss having sex with anyone else. Whatever. I. Could. And lucky for us, I can do a lot.
