I was starting to suspect that Reg and Sasha made special personalized fortune cookies for us. How else could the little fortunes be so spot on?

Usually, fortune cookies had stupid messages. They usually said things like “You will live a long healthy life”, or “Help! I’m trapped in a fortune cookie factory!” I remember one time; some friends and I went out for Chinese food. Between the six of us, four of our fortunes were the same.

I wasn’t even a superstitious type. For as long as I could remember, I’ve had friends with weird quirks. A kid I went to high school with would never wash his jersey after a win.

After a few good games, I nearly threw a bunch of intentional interceptions just so we’d lose and I wouldn’t have to smell him. Even Reg will eat the same meal the night before and the morning of a game.

One time, the dining hall ran out of the right kind of cereal on game day, and he drove to the store to ensure we would win.

Those fortune cookies were too coincidental, though. Is this what it was like when people fell in love? All of our fighting over the years could lead to these kinds of feelings? This day didn’t even seem real. I was worried that I’d wake up, alone in my bed. It all felt like a dream.

Alexa handed me my phone. Reg was calling.

“Hey man,” Reg said. “What’s going on in there?”

“We’re just talking,” I said, pulling the sheets up to my chest.

“You’ve been talking for hours, now. Don’t you think it’s time to come out?”

“I don’t know, Reg. I still think there’s more stuff to work out.”

“Sasha’s going home and I need to get to the library. I’m coming to let you out.”

“Don’t open the door!” I said quickly.

“Alright, alright, I won’t. Damn, what are you two doing in there?”

“Like I said, we’re working things out.”

“I think it’s a fire hazard to keep this door locked, though. Are you sure you don’t want me to unlock it? I probably won’t be back for a few hours,” he said.

“We’re fine,” I replied. “Let me know when you’re coming back,”

“Alright,” he said. “Later.”

I turned to Alexa after I hung up the phone. “You didn’t want to be let out, right?

“Nope, I’m perfectly content here. Besides, I don’t want to put clothes on again.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “And you know I’ll only take them off the second you put them back on.

Just then, Sasha called Alexa. I tried to listen in on the conversation.

“Hey,” Sasha said. “Reg just said that you refuse to be let out. I wanted to make sure everything was okay and you weren’t being held hostage or anything.”

Alexa laughed. “No, everything is fine. Don’t worry about us.”

“For real, though,” Sasha lowered her voice. “What is going on in there?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later,” Alexa said. “By the way, have you been with Reg this whole time?”

“Yep,” she responded. “It’s been a lot of fun keeping you in that room.”

“I think you have some explaining to do later, too.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later,” Sasha said, changing the subject. “Let me know if you want me to let you out.”

She hung up the phone and tossed it back onto the table. “Where were we?” she asked, stroking my side with her fingernails.

“I was just thinking,” I said. “We’ve known each other for years and I feel like I don’t know a lot about your life. I know that your family is loaded. I know that you’re a good cheerleader. I also know that you’re smoking hot.”

She giggled. “What else do you want to know?”

I paused to think for a second. “If you could be any animal, which would you be?”

“Out of all the things you could possible want to find out about me, you go with ‘what kind of animal would you want to be’?”

“Answer it,” I insisted.

“Okay,” she took a second to think. “I would probably be a cat because I like to take naps.”

“You’re more of a tiger,” I corrected. “You’re beautiful, mysterious, and dangerous. And you like to take naps,” I added quickly.

“Ha. What about you?”

“I think I’d be a border collie. I’m a hard worker and I’m loyal.”

“And you’re cute,” she added.

“Alright, it’s your turn to ask a question,” I said.

“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?”

I knew the answer immediately.

“I would go back to Denver if I could,” I said.

“Out of all the places in the world, and you choose where you grew up?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I love it there. I love being in the mountains and living in a city, but being so close to nature. It’s my dream to be able to play professional football there. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

I loved my friends at school, but I wanted to get away from the east coast. It all felt so elitist and foreign to me. I wanted to be nearer to my mom, since she could never find the time or money to come visit me. I wanted to be a part of my family’s legacy.

“Where would you go?” I asked back.

“I’ve been a lot of places and where I live doesn’t really matter to me. I’ve found that who I’m living with makes all of the difference. I’ve lived in big houses and stayed in five star hotels and tropical villas. The happiest I’ve ever been was while I was living in a little, shared dorm.”

“My turn,” I said. “How many guys have you dated?”

“Why do you ask?” she fired back. “Not feeling jealous, are you?”

“Not at all. I’m just curious.”

Her eyes pointed toward the ceiling while she counted. I was getting worried.

“It depends what you count as dating,” she said hesitantly.

I laughed. “Guys you’ve seen regularly, for a time span over three months,” I clarified.

“Maybe, like ten or so,” she answered, but it sounded more like a question.

“Damn,” I responded. “You are popular, aren’t you?”

“You don’t understand,” she said. “I dated a lot of these guys as a courtesy to my parents. Many of them were my mom’s friends’ kids. I was expected to go on lots of dates.”

Once again, she was telling me things about her life that made no sense to me.

“Are you saying that you’ve dated fewer than ten girls?” she asked. “The star football player always gets the girls.”

“I can only count three,” I answered.

“Seriously?”

“I had a long term girlfriend in high school. We started dating my sophomore year and we thought we were going to be together forever. We even tried to date in college.”

“What happened?” she asked.

“We decided that it wasn’t going to work,” I said. “Well, I decided that after I drove halfway across the country for a surprise visit. I walked in on her with someone else.”

“Ooh, another guy?” Alexa interrupted.

“Actually, another girl,” I laughed. “I wasn’t too upset about it. See, I had my eye on this cheerleader,” I trailed off.

She smiled and kissed me.

“I would love to have Sebastian walk in on us,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow. She could be pretty adventurous in bed, but this was pretty crazy.

“Not like that,” she continued, seeing my reaction. “I would love it if there was some way to make him give up on me. Especially, if he thought it was his own decision.”

“Now I understand. I didn’t think you were that freaky.”

“Oh,” she responded casually. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

I was ready to climb on top of her. There were no clothes to get in the way this time. She could tell that I was ready to go. She reached her hand underneath the sheet, coming into contact with my member. I scooted closer to her, so I could kiss her neck.

I whispered in her ear, “Are you ready for a third time?”

This time, she took full control. She hopped on top of me and slowly rocked her hips back and forth. I grasped the fleshy part where her hips met her thighs. I spanked her muscular ass and she gave me a devilish grin.

She took my wrists and pinned them above my head. I could hardly bear it—this girl was too good. I finished the second a soft moan escaped her mouth.

She rolled back onto her side. I wiped a bead of sweat from my hairline. She was giving me a workout.

“How long can we go on like this?” she asked.

I wanted to say: a lifetime, but I just shrugged my shoulders.