JJ called me first thing this morning, while I was still in bed. “You were jealous? What the hell, Fen. What’s going on in St Paul that I don’t know about?”
That woke me right up. “Nothing’s going on you don’t know about.”
“Bullshit. You didn’t tell me about the hot tub. I read about it on your blog.”
“I didn’t want to upset you. We just sat in hot water and talked and drank a little. It was nice.”
He snorted. “I’m sure. Playing footsie under the water, making eyes at each other.”
“You’re letting your imagination run away with you. That just makes everything harder.”
“I’m pissed off, Fen. I’m pissed at you, I’m pissed at AJ, I’m pissed off! I hate this. I don’t want to do it anymore.”
Jesus, what the hell? I sat up. “What happened?”
“What happened? Let’s see, what happened…Oh yeah! You moved to a state I’ve never visited. I’m stuck in NYC. Your best friend, who happens to be in love with you, followed you out there, and wait, I’m forgetting something…right. I picked up some guy last night, let him take me home, and we fucked. I think that’s all of it.”
Stunned, I said nothing.
Silence hummed for a long minute, and then he said in a thick voice. “I missed you. I wanted to hold someone. I was kind of drunk. And you were in a hot tub with AJ.”
I tried to talk, I really did, but I couldn’t make my throat work.
“Fen? It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything.”
I cleared my throat. “You know…I just woke up. I need a piss. How about I call you later?” And I quietly ended the call.