Now, I’m not one to kiss and tell, but the kitchen sex? Magnifique.
As I’d bent over the counter while he ravaged me from behind with his mouth, we had the “I’m safe, are you?” talk—which was so romantic ergh—but we bypassed using a condom, and I felt we’d taken a big step in our relationship. Which scared the bajeebus out of me.
Afterward, we ate our moderately cold breakfast, but I didn’t care. I’d eat cold eggs and bacon any old day if it was proceeded by hotter than hot sex. Even though I was freaking out.
Zane had to go into work for a bit, so he took me home around four, and when we got there, he insisted that he accompany me inside to make sure Rusty wasn’t going to bother me.
“I don’t think he’s here. I didn’t see his truck,” I said.
Zane narrowed his eyes, looking around the parking lot. “I’m still going in with you.”
I shrugged and got out of his SUV, going inside with him bringing up the rear.
“See? No one’s here,” I stated.
“Where’s his room?”
“Last door on the left down the hall.”
He walked to the hallway and stared down it for a moment. Then turning back to me, he said, “Call me if he starts his shit with you.”
“Okay.”
“Actually, I’ll come by this evening with some groceries. We can make tacos. Sound good?”
My brow wrinkled because this was all so new to me. I’d been on my own forever and now I had a man wanting to spend time with me. And we weren’t using condoms. I was totally going to have to adjust.
“Okay,” I answered tentatively.
“Text me what you want me to pick up from the grocery store. I’ll see you in a bit.” He kissed me and left, closing the door behind him, leaving me standing there staring at it.
“Huh.”
Text Message—Sun, Dec 18, 4:34 p.m.
Me: How do I go from just me to not?
Iz: What?
Me: How do I adjust to having Zane in my life?!
Iz: Do you want him in your life?
Me: Well, yeah
Iz: Then just do it
Me: I knew that Nike slogan would come in handy at some point *eyeroll*
Iz: lol I mean it. If you want something, you make it happen
Me: This is kinda terrifying
Iz: Do you like him?
Me: Yes
Iz: Do you see this as long-term?
Me: I don’t know. I’m just taking it day by day
Iz: That makes sense. How about this. You do what works for you & go from there
Me: You make it sound so easy
Iz: lol Yeah, well, if it’s gonna work, it will
Me: I guess
Iz: That doesn’t sound very promising
Me: I’m just scared
Iz: I know. Every relationship is scary. You take a chance and put your heart out there & hope for the best
Me: See? Terrifying
Iz: Yep
Me: You’ve been a great help
Iz: Sorry, toots. That’s about all I can say.
Me: You think my Magic 8-Ball will help?
Iz: I hear that’s how the president makes all his decisions
Me: Explains a lot
Iz: It is certain
Me: So I should just be myself and things will work out how they’re supposed to either way, right?
Iz: Signs point to yes
Me: And if we work out, great
Iz: As I see it, yes
Me: And if we don’t, I’ll live
Iz: You may rely on it
Me: Are you punking me with Magic 8-Ball replies?
Iz: Reply hazy try again
Me: I hate you
Iz: LOL You love me. It’s all gonna be okay, Jilly Bean. Promise
Me: sigh
Iz: Listen, nothing’s ever certain, right? Come on. The psychologist in you knows this
Me: I know. But I was totally hoping with all your experience, you’d have all the answers
Iz: Honey, if I had the answers, Corey and I would be honeymooning in Jamaica right now
Me: You two are still good, though, right?
Iz: Yeah. I just get tired of him being away so much
Me: You knew it was part of the deal
Iz: I know. It just gets old. I feel like a military wife or something
Me: Once you graduate and get a job, things’ll be better. You’ll be busy and won’t feel like you’re waiting around for him to come home or whatever
Iz: True
Me: You’re still planning on law school, yes?
Iz: I think…
Me: We’re heading into the last semester of college, Iz. What’s going on in that head of yours?
She sent the shrug emoji and I shook my head.
Me: Are you thinking of something else?
Iz: I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just work at one of our furniture stores
Me: There’s nothing wrong with that. You’ve worked in them all your life. And you’ve taken some business classes, so you could use them. Take more, graduate and start managing a store!
Iz: Maybe. We’ll see
Me: You’ll be fine. You always are. We need to go out and do something tomorrow to make you feel better
Iz: Like spy on Rusty?!!
Yeesh. I’d kind of had my fill of that the other night. He was too scary to mess with in my opinion.
Me: Uh maybe?
What the hell was I saying? Ack!
Iz: There’s this thing where you can listen to someone through their phone’s microphone and hear what’s going on. We should get it!
Me: We’ll see. But let’s not go tomorrow. Maybe just hang out?
Iz: Let’s go again soon, though! I’ll look online and find that program or whatever. All you have to do is call the person’s number and it activates their microphone. They don’t even know you called them! Then you can listen to anything they say!
Me: That’s not horrifying in the least
Iz: I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll make plans to go out. Then we’ll talk about Rusty. I can’t wait to catch his weird ass in something
Me: Iz?
Iz: Yeah?
Me: You’ve got to find something else to focus on
Iz: lol But this is fun!
Me: Fun until we get caught and chopped to pieces and our body parts are thrown into Salmon Bay o.O
Iz: I took Krav Maga classes
Me: When you were 12
Iz: I still know the moves
Me: Which will sound good in your eulogy
Iz: lmao It’ll be fine, JB. We’ll find out what he’s doing, turn his ass in and be heroes
Me: Whatever. I’ve gotta go wash the 10 pounds of hairspray outta my hair. Call me tomorrow
Iz: K! Love you!
Me: Love you too
Izzy really needed to find a career focus; otherwise, if we kept meddling in all this crap, we were going to pull a Luca Brasi and be sleeping with the fishes soon. Great.