Page 20 of A Constant Love
Emily had the body of a pin-up which had men constantly hitting on her. Hell, most men couldn’t carry on a conversation with her without gawking at her huge boobs. The fact she had no problem getting a man had me questioning why she had decided to get serious with asshole Kevin. He was nowhere near good enough for her.
“Aw, you’re a peach, but soon I’m sure I will be as big as a whale and will be covered in stretch marks. But speaking of amazing bodies, where is that sexy boyfriend of yours?”
Ever since I had told Emily that Tyler and I had made our relationship official, she had begged me for every detail of our sex life.
“He went out to have a drink with one of his friends. He just got back from a tour in the army, so they’re trying to make up for lost time I guess,” I shrugged.
“Damn, I was hoping to stare at him for a while, but I guess instead, you could tell me what he’s like in the sack,” she winked.
“Amazing. Let’s leave it at that.”
She slid off her chair and fell onto her knees and grabbed my hands. “Please, I beg you for scraps of information. I need to live vicariously through you!” She pleaded in her typical overly dramatic Emily fashion.
Laughing, I replied, “You can ask me one question. One.” I held up one finger.
She took a seat back in her chair. “Hmm…so many choices. What should I ask?”
“Better make it a good one,” I chuckled.
“Okay, okay…I got it. How big is it?” She shot me a cheesy grin.
Holding up my hands, I demonstrated Tyler’s approximate size.
Her eyes grew as big as saucers. “You’re shitting me! But you’re so tiny. Logistically, how does that work?”
“Uh-uh. I said one question. But let me just say it does work. Every. Single. Time.”
“Bitch, I am so fucking jealous.”
“What about you? How are things going with Kevin?”
She shrugged, “Eh, it’s Kevin. Same shit, different day. Now, that we are expecting a baby, pretty much all fun and romance has gone out of our relationship. Not that there was ever much to start with, but now, it’s completely non-existent. If you and Tyler ever have a baby, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”
Although the thought of having a baby absolutely terrified me, I highly doubted Tyler would ever let anything take the spark out of our relationship.
“Hey Sam, can I ask you something else? This time, completely unrelated to your banging sex life?”
“Sure.”
“You doing okay?”
I nodded. “I’m fine. Why?”
“Well, no offense, but you kind of look like shit.”
Leave it to Emily to be blunt as ever.
“Gee, thanks, Em,” I said, suddenly wishing I had opted for something stronger than soda.
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. You look like you haven’t been sleeping. You sure everything is okay with Mr. Perfect?”
Sighing, I nodded. “Yeah, it has nothing to do with him. Mr. Perfect is a great name for him because he is quite literally perfect. It’s me who’s a total fucked up mess.”
She leaned back in her seat. “Do you want to talk about it?”
When Emily and I lived together, although I thought of her as my best friend, I never dreamed of telling her my past. It’s just not something I shared with anyone…before Tyler.
In that moment though, I wished I had told her when we lived together. Maybe then I could explain to her why I was such a mess now.