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“I think we should have sex.”
He promptly choked on his tea.
“Excuse me?”
“Sex,” she repeated, oh so casually. As if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down by voicing his deepest, darkest desires which he needed to remind himself – like a daily affirmation – would never see the light of day. “You and I should have sex.”
“Together or –?”
“That’s the idea, yes.”
“Naked?” His eyes fell down her body. She stood in their kitchen wearing pyjamas with baby kittens printed on them. This should not make him want to jump over their kitchen island and pull her shorts and panties down, worshipping her on his knees.
“I think we would have to be at least partly naked for it, yes,” she stated with an arched eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes that he was desperate to meet, but was quite certain he could not in the state he currently found himself in.
“Right,” he replied, nodding and licking his lips. “So, would we –” god, was he pathetic. He liked to think he was suave and charming, but when she was in the room all of these qualities promptly left the building. “– should we do it now or –”
“Gosh, no,” she told him, putting down her own cup of tea, “I need to get ready for work and I think there would need to be some sort of build-up, don’t you agree? We’re best friends and roommates, we can’t just go from zero to one hundred –”
I absolutely can, Evans, he wanted to say, deepening his voice, crossing their kitchen only to wrap his hand around the back of her neck, to pull her body flush against his as his lips claimed her, making her lustfully breathe out his name: “Oh, James –”
Instead, he nodded along as if he couldn’t agree with her more, thinking that he was lucky that their kitchen island obscured the lower part of his body. “Yeah, sure, you’re right, I was just wondering, really –” he ran a hand through his hair. “So, when were you thinking we should –?”
“Were you going to go to the gym tonight?”
It’s Wednesday, he wanted to reply, I always go to the gym on Wednesdays. You know I do. What he said was: “Nope, no plans.” He plopped the ‘p’ in both nope and plans to emphasise just how plotless he was.
“Great,” she spoke, pushing her red hair over her shoulder. “Tonight then?”
“Tonight then.”
She sent him a small smile before sashaying away from him, her bedroom door closing behind her, leaving him to wonder in a whisper: “What the fuck?”
He buried his face in his hands, letting out a silent scream before getting into gear, running for his own room and calculating how much time he had left for a run if he were to still want to get the tube on time.
He ripped his shirt over his head, took a look at himself in the mirror, flexed his muscles – the gym truly would have been a good idea that evening, but he supposed he still looked relatively okay – and then dove under his bed to take out the weights that lay there gathering dust.
If this is a dream, he thought, body hidden halfway under his bed, he better never wake up from it.