Leaning against her door, she smiled at him. “You’ve been really nice to me, and I appreciate it. Now, I’m a little drunk, so sex is totally off the table because I don’t do stuff like that. However, I can offer you coffee, and maybe some Chinese leftovers?”
“How about coffee and we share a slice of that chocolate cake, and you’ve got yourself a deal?”
“Ah, you like my cooking?” She opened the door, waiting for him to enter before locking it. Putting her bag, shoes, and keys on the floor, she padded her way toward the kitchen. She was a little drunk but not so much that she couldn’t operate her kettle. Once that was filled and boiling, she grabbed two large dinner plates. She was starving. Cutting him a slice, she placed it in front of him on the table, and sat opposite him.
“I love your cooking, but technically, I’ve not tasted anything you’ve cooked.”
She laughed. “Stay the night and I will cook you breakfast. If you don’t want to, I understand. Also if sharing a bed is weird for you, I’ll take the sofa. You’re way too big to fit on mine.”
“You think I’m big?” he asked with a wink.
“You know you’re very big, and you certainly know how to use it.”
He closed his eyes, and she watched as he released a moan. “This is heaven. You love to bake.”
“I do. This cake, it was Bethany’s favorite. Thinking about her these past couple of weeks, it’s been hard. I wanted to remember her.” She smiled. “When we were younger, our mom would make this, and we’d sit and stare at it, hoping she’d cave and let us have a slice before dinner. I miss those days.”
He reached out, touching her hand. “How are your folks?”
“I don’t talk to my parents. After Bethany died, I blamed them and myself, and everything. I mean … how did I not know? She was so thin, and when I pointed it out after hugging her, she stopped hugging me. Everything just changed, and I wish I could go back, and not be so absorbed in my own thing.”
“What did you before modeling kicked off?” he asked.
“I worked in a lot of hostels, and refugee centers. Total turnaround right? Rick was a lawyer. He worked in helping others, and did a lot of pro-bono work. We knew each other as kids. The modeling took off, and he didn’t like the way I was being treated, and I guess you can say the rest is history.”
“It must have been a huge change?”
“It was. At times it has been hard to make the adjustments. I’m still me. My parents, they don’t like that I’m a plus-size model. They think I’m making a mockery out of Bethany’s death.” She had never told anyone that before. “I’ve not spoken to them in years.”
“Did your sister know about what you were doing?” he asked.
“Yes, she did. She told me to ignore everyone, and to just be myself. To not let anyone else tell me that I wasn’t beautiful or worth it or something. To live my life to the fullest.”
“Your sister sounded awesome.”
“She really was, and she had great taste in cake.”
She finished their coffee, and handed him a cup. The cake was so good, and eating it, she felt like her sister was there with her. Moments like this, she hated. They made her feel so lonely.
“I don’t mind sharing a bed. I have nothing against sleeping with you without the sex,” he said.
After finishing their cake and coffee, she showed him to the bedroom and the bathroom. Wiping the makeup off her face, she brushed her teeth, and handed a spare one to him to use. Rushing into her bedroom, she quickly pulled on a nightshirt and climbed into bed. Her heart was racing, and yet she felt completely stupid for reacting like this. He was just a guy, and yet she’d been the one to put sex only. Now they were sharing a bed without sex.
They shouldn’t be having sex in the first place, and this was totally wrong, and it all felt right. Being with him was fun, and he made her smile in ways she hadn’t done for a long time.
She knew he was a player and had many other girlfriends in the past. She had searched him on the internet to try to find more about this guy that had her body humming in ways it hadn’t.
Seconds later he came out of her bathroom with only his boxer briefs on. She turned on her side with her head in her hand, watching. “Very sexy!”
They were black briefs, which gave him a lot of extra credit as far as she was concerned.
“I thought you’d like them.”
“I do. I think I’d have to terminate our sleeping together if you came out in white. I don’t like them.”