“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, Gal’s words still ringing in my ears as I leaned against the bed for support. “That it was–that you were–you know…”
She sighed. “Because I knew you’d make a big deal out of it. …And I was embarrassed, okay? It’s not even a big deal–all you did was punch a hole in my hymen, so what.”
“I could’ve been gentler.”
“I didn’t want gentle.”
“I could’ve made it more special.”
“…We’re in a disgusting motel–how special could it be? God, Bas, it was fine, seriously.”
She shut me up by kissing me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Galatea Straud, a virgin? And I… How could I have known? Now some things were starting to make a whole lot of sense–the awkward pawing at the restaurant, the way she seemed to have more theoretical than practical knowledge–but…
“Seriously, Bas,” she said, pushing me down on the bed, “don’t overthink it. It didn’t mean anything to me–I mean, the sex part did, but who cares if it was my first time? It’s over now, so I’m just going to shower again and get ready for bed.”
“…Want me to join you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m not squeezing both our asses into that gross shower, sorry. And who seriously wants to fuck in a bathroom if they don’t have to?”
I did, but maybe she wanted some alone-time. But we got to sleep in the same bed after she complained I smelled too much like her and made me shower too…
She’d thrown on a t-shirt and sweatpants after the shower, saying my “hairy, sweaty naked man-body” gave her rugburn. Still let me cuddle with her for eleven and a half minutes though before she pushed me away…
I just wanted to hold on to her. I could feel her next to me the next morning, but I wanted her in my arms…
Wasn’t it the woman who was supposed to ask what the guy was thinking? Still wanted to ask her, though. Did she regret it…? Did she wish her first time’d been different? …With somebody else?
“…Bas? You awake?”
If I was, she’d use it as an excuse to head out early.
Just had to keep my eyes shut…
She nudged me–with her foot, from the feel of it.
“Seriously, we really should head home soon.”
Why? I wanted to ask. What’s there to go back to when you got me right here?
And then I felt myself rolling…and rolling…
“Whoops,” she said when I hit the ground with a thud. “Burst of fae strength?”
“Sorry,” she said, but I could see the same wicked gleam in her eye that she got as a kid each time she pulled off another prank.
“Why head back so soon?” I grumbled.
“Daisy can’t watch my gay cats and their evil lovechild forever,” she said. “I should probably get back to auditioning too–and my place is much nicer than this shithole.”
Mine wasn’t. Damn.
“God, you look so sad. It’s kind of cute.”
“I’ll show you cute, damn it.” I climbed back on the bed and lunged for her, my mouth going straight for her neck.
She laughed–and made some other noises I liked even more. “…Do you think your freaky roommate is fucking my hot uncle right now?”
“…You think your uncle’s hot?” Never thought pretty boys were her type.
“Of course he’s hot,” she said. “He’s fae, and my mom’s twin. But it’s not like I want to fuck him or anything–I’m fae, but not that fae.”
I stroked her cheek. “And you got me now.”
“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “I do.”
Took us a while to check out after that, but she wasn’t complaining…
Damn, this motel would always be one of my favorite places…
Had to keep turning around to make sure she hadn’t disappeared. (It’d take a pair of giant steel balls to ask to hold Galatea Straud’s hand in public.)
Coming back alone to my own empty, shabby place was worse than I expected. If only I could’ve invited her over…
Shit, I was being a needy son of a bitch. Women hated that–Gal probably most of all. Just had to play things cool…
My exes complained I played things too cool, working too much and not taking ‘em out to fancy restaurants in a nice car or remembering the names of all their siblings and best friends–and not keeping my apartment and clothes clean enough. But with Gal…damn it.
Was she talking to Daze about me right now? Would my little sister spill if I asked, or did girls have some sacred code?
And what if Gal faked everything? She’d been loud, but she was an actress, and there were all these articles now how women faked it to get their husbands to just let them sleep…
Maybe watching TV’d take my mind off things…
But all I could focus on was the dumb shit I said to her, shit she was probably laughing about now. Did I really ask if she wanted to bang her uncle…?
I kept checking my phone, but nothing. Was she playing with her cats? Or maybe…thinking of me and playing with her turquoise cat, heh. But then wouldn’t she call or text asking for some help…?
I just needed to think of a reason to text her.
And then one came to me…
She called me her boyfriend, and this was what boyfriends did, right…? She’d, uh, appreciate the gesture.
Just had to do some reconnaissance first and make sure my roommate wasn’t gonna burst in at the worst time… But she was miles away with Gal’s uncle.
Just had to find the perfect angle…and the lighting could be better, but I was a private eye, not an artist.
Perfect–well, good enough for Gal, I hoped. Wasn’t like she complained last night or this morning…
Sent. Better say something romantic to go along with it…
Damn, did I use too many winking emojis? But that just meant I was flirting, right?
Thought maybe she’d offer to come running over for a reunion with Bas Jr.–or whatever she wanted to call him–but she just went silent after a while. …Was she, uh, enjoying the pic?
Damn…I had it bad.
I just hoped Galatea Straud wouldn’t run from me again.