Polly walked by his door, and he was happy that they had had an amicable breakup. She walked in after a gentle knock.
“Late night got you too? We have food—do you want anything?” she questioned as soft as her knock on the door.
He smiled, and shook his head. He saw her study his eyes, and knew that she could read him.
“What is going on?” She questioned, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Looks like a woman, Eliza?”
Eliza was on his mind, but not the way that Polly thought. He was not sure what he was going to do about her. They had just started being intimate again, when he told her about Sally. Promised her Sally was a ghost. Then, like in an episode of The Twilight Zone, Sally appeared and he was with her all afternoon. It was like no time had passed between them, like they went right back into that place where they could not keep their hands off of each other.
It used to be so intense between them. He could not see any part of her body, without wanting to touch it and she said the same. She said if he had on a shirt and she could see any part of his chest, it made her practically wet because she thought about touching it and thought of how hard it was pressed to her body.
She made him feel like a man, Sally was the first woman to make him really feel like a man. Their relationship was the first serious and enduring sexual one he had ever had. And seeing her again, their lovemaking felt like picking up where they had left off.
Like maybe even they should not have left off.
“No Polly, this is not about Eliza,” he said quietly, and saw relief on Polly’s face. Polly knew what Eliza meant to him, but she never knew about Sally.
And he did not want to talk about Sally just then, Sally was still his little secret right now. He wanted it to just be his a little while longer.
On his phone, he saw that he had a text:
Thinking about you, missed you this afternoon…
He loved that she was not accusatory, he did not want to tell her about Sally…yet…
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