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Ella and I had things to talk about, but all I wanted to do was fuck her.
The morning after our multitasking session, she was distant and I
couldn’t understand why. Maybe it was all the things we were avoiding.
Our impending breakup, moving out of the house, acting pissed off at me
was going to be even harder now.
“You’re coming to dinner tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She pulled down a loaf of bread. Her hair was up in a little
ponytail and her fuzzy socks had a spring pattern. Rings and studs dotted
the edge of her left ear, all the way to the top. Still not my type. Still sexy.
“Mandy’s going to be there. She’ll buffer Mike.”
I’d set up a little surprise for her. Not Mandy. Something better that
might make her happy. She needed it.
“Great.” She plucked out two slices. “You want toast?”
“No, thanks.”
She didn’t usually eat until after I left. The change wouldn’t have
concerned me except for the sleepy, distant tone of her voice.
“We should talk,” I said.
“Oh, yeah?” She put the bread in the toaster.
“I can start the buyout.”
“Cool.”
“We need to plan the breakup.”
A small but loud part of me hoped she’d try to negotiate an extension.
Maybe an arrangement where we’d stay together.
“Infidelity’s the easiest,” she said with the same flatness.
What the hell had happened overnight?