Page 49 of Two Friends in Marriage
After Evan disposes of the condom, I use the washroom.Then I return to his bed and slide on my underwear.He’s put on his briefs but nothing else.
“Hey.”He has another look on his face that I’ve never seen before.I suppose it’s a contentI-just-had-an-orgasmlook, and I love that I’m responsible for it.
He pulls me against him, and we snuggle in silence for a few minutes.While cuddling is nothing new for us, cuddling while we’re in bed and mostly naked—after having sex—is certainly different.
I had sex with my husband.
What does this mean?Where do we go from here?
I have lots of questions, but they don’t seem pressing at the moment.I roll Evan onto his side so I’m behind him and he’s the little spoon.
“Do you want me to sleep here?”I ask.
“Yes,” he says.“Unless you want—”
“I want to stay.”
I can’t see it, but I know he’s smiling.
Chapter 16
Evan
Whenmyalarmgoesoff at seven, I’m momentarily disoriented.I’m in the same bed as usual, but there’s someone else in my bed, which is certainlynotusual.
Jane makes a muffled sound and throws her arm over my chest.
“Do you want to work out this morning?”I ask.
“No.”Her voice is still heavy with sleep.
I hope she slept well last night.I did—much better than the night before, that’s for sure.But as my brain slowly comes back online and she presses herself against my side, I don’t feel quite so restful.
Did she simply want to do it once and get it out of her system?That doesn’t sound like Jane, but what do I know?
When she kisses my shoulder, my worries start to snowball.I sit up, rub a hand over my eyes, and put on my glasses.The sheet barely covers her chest.If I push it down an inch or two, I’ll be able to see her nipples, and while that’s appealing, the idea of doing more than that…
Jane sits up next to me and frowns.“Is something wrong?Do you regret it?”
Shit.
“Definitely not,” I say.“I’d been thinking about it for a while.”
She lifts an eyebrow.“Since before we got married?”
“No.A few weeks, though it feels like longer.What about you?”
“Since Monday.I’m not used to wanting someone like this, and I couldn’t deal with it.It was hugely distracting.”
I chuckle and consider how to express what I’m feeling.
“The fact that I’m not jumping you now,” I say slowly.“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want you, or that I don’t hope we do it again, or that you’re not beautiful first thing in the morning…” I pinch my brow.This is awkward, but I feel the need to be clear.
“Of course,” she says.“I mean, I’m not so sure about the beautiful-first-thing-in-the-morning business, but everything else…of course.”
“It’s just…in my experience…right after you start having sex…there is the desire…to do it over and over again.”To feel insatiable.“And that isn’t me, not anymore.”
“‘Not anymore’?”
