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the new investors will have a casting director
they always use, blah blah blah. You never know.”
    “Oh baby. Amber. I’m sorry. That sucks.” He walks
to me and gives me a hug.
    “It’s okay,” I say, despite the fact that it’s
not. “It’ll all work out the way it’s supposed to.”
    “It will,” he nods. I shrug again in an effort to
shake it off.
    “Yeah. I go with the flow, you know. That’s how I
roll.” I joke.
    “It is, huh? That’s how you roll?” He mocks me in
a cute teasing way.
    “That’s how I roll,” I repeat, and stick my tongue
out at him.
    “Give me that,” he says and comes after my tongue
with his own, kissing me and lifting me off my feet to carry me out of the
kitchen with my legs dangling. I throw my arms around his neck and hang on,
kissing him back as he carries me into the bedroom.
    Lowering me onto the bed, he peels off my shorts
and when I raise my arms, my tank top comes off, too. His shorts vanish quickly
too, and he is on me, the weight of him comforting me. I can’t help but feel
he’s relieved the film is gone. No more Jake, no more strain between us. When
my mouth touches Josh’s, I close my eyes and force away the thought that I have
to look for work again. As he pins my arms, our fingers intertwine and spread
out from our bodies, he slides the full size and strength of his hardness into
me. With the deep penetration of love that I feel from him, I throw away my
concerns and return his feverish kisses. When the heaviness of his body presses
into of me, locks me onto the bed, bare skin to bare skin as we move together.
When he slides, pushes, and rocks in and out of me, pausing to suspend and
prolong our pleasure, I feel that we belong here, joined like this, forever. We
moan together and he catches my mouth in his for a fiery kiss, again and again.
I feel him get harder, fully engorged and ready to blow, to splash inside me,
so I close my eyes and grip his hands tighter. I am bound to him, by him. I
arch my back and head, enjoying the pulsing inside me. The jerking of his
orgasm doubles then triples my pleasure and I follow with waves of climax that
almost hurt they’re so good. He releases my hands, kisses my eyelids, my neck,
my earlobe. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight. As we lie together,
gasping for breath, there is nothing… but Josh and me.

 

A Tuesday Night – Early Summer
    The Night David Dumped Jessica

 
 
    “Honey, I
just think you could be a little more proactive, that’s all,” I say as I hand-wash
a pot in the sink, doing my best not to get suds on my favorite silk summer dress.
I wore this because Josh complimented me in it once, and I was hoping that he’d
see it and jump my bones. No such luck. We’re having a bit of dry patch lately
– okay for weeks now – and I don’t know why. It may be because
since the commercial, he’s not booked anything, even though I keep suggesting
there is more he can do to get himself out there.
    “I had
two auditions this week, Amber,” he calls from the couch where he sits with his
laptop opened up to something inane on YouTube.
    I almost
sing, in an effort to not sound bitchy, “Do you think maybe you could help me
with the dishes?”
    He
strains his head to see over the island and slouches back down saying, “You’re
almost done.”
    Oh man. I am almost done, but that’s not the
point. I’m self-sufficient but this is nuts-town. Right after he moved in, he’d
wash the big pots. Then he’d just dry them. I washed them first, because he’d
let them sit for days if I left them. He’d empty the dishwasher, but then less
and less often. I didn’t notice he’d stopped until five nights in a row came
with no help... me doing all the work. I’m such a cleaner that it didn’t occur
to me I was all alone in this venture.
    It took
less time to realize sex was dwindling. That I noticed right a-fucking-way
because when you go to bed with your new live-in boyfriend who used to