She laughs. Alot.
“I’mserious.”
“What do you wear to thebeach?”
“Full-length linenpants.”
She can’t stop laughing. She ducks down beneath the sheets and blows on mylegs.
“Stop! I hate it! Oh God! It’s terrible!” I cover my legs with thesheets.
“Aww you’re weird. I lovethat.”
That’s the first time she’s ever said the word “love” in relation to something about me. I can tell it makes her feelvulnerable.
“I love that I made you laugh.” She rolls her eyes. It’s a cheesy line, I know. But I’m feeling really cheesy. “Tell me something important and weird aboutyou.”
She thinks about it for about twenty seconds. “Okay. I was celibate for nearly a year before we had sex that firsttime.”
“Tell me something I don’t alreadyknow.”
“What?! How did youknow?”
“Um. I askedMaya.”
“What?! Before or after thesex?”
“Before.”
“She never told methat!”
“What’s the bigdeal?”
“I don’t know. I can’t believe our best friends are dating. That’s an important and weirdthing.”
“What’s so weird aboutit?”
“I mean. You know. Because.You.”
“Ahh. Say no more. Now tell me somethingelse.”
“You tell me somethingelse.”
“Okay. You’re a pain in theass.”
She reaches behind herself, grabs a pillow and smacks me in the head withit.
I continue: “But you’re my favorite pain in theass.”
“Aww.”
“Yeah.”
“That’ssweet.”
“Iknow.”
“Sorry I smackedyou.”
