“No, he’s not.”
“Yes, he is. I’ve been watching him.”
He suddenly let go of my hand, got up, and headed toward the bathroom.
My phone buzzed.
There’s no one in the men’s room right now. Get in here.
I slowly opened the door. Damien was standing right there and immediately pulled me into the handicapped stall.
“What are you doing?”
“Marking my territory.”
“Are you gonna pee on me?” I joked.
“Only if you want me to.”
“I don’t.”
“I’ll do better than that,” he said, flipping me around and lifting my skirt. He let out a deep breath onto my neck as he pushed deeply into me. With each thrust, I became wetter for him.
Spontaneous sex with him always felt good, but this time felt better than I could ever remember. As he fucked me from behind against the bathroom stall, he had no clue that I was just as revved up by jealousy as he was.
We could hear the main bathroom door open. That didn’t stop our pace. In fact, whenever Damien and I were close to getting caught, it often made things more frantic. I opened my mouth into a silent scream as I came hard and fast. I could feel his hot cum shooting into me.
His hands were on each side of me locking me from behind against the stall. “I love when you clamp down on me like that with your pussy.”
“We’d better go before Jade and her friends figure out what we’re doing.”
“Fuck that. I hope they do.”
The following day, Damien had taken a walk down the street from Jade’s to pick up takeout for lunch. The three of us were going to hang out at the apartment until she had to leave for her evening show.
It was the first time Jade and I were left alone, and I had to ask, “So, last night at dinner, when I was coming out of the bathroom, what were you and Damien talking about?”
“He apologized for cornering me at the restaurant but said he needed to know my opinion. He said he knows you open up to me and that he figured I knew everything that was going on with you guys. I told him I did. Then he wanted my opinion on whether I felt that you were truly okay with the no-kids thing.”
I blew out a breath of frustration. “I’ve been through this with him.”
“I know, but he realizes that I know you better than anyone. He just wanted a second opinion to make sure that I didn’t think you were kidding yourself.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that you are the most selfless person I know, but that I also know you wouldn’t do or say anything you don’t truly mean.”
“He said that after we figure out whether or not he’s gonna have heart surgery, he’s gonna get a vasectomy so that I don’t have to be on the pill forever.”
“God, that seems so final.”
“I know.”
“Do you have any doubts? You’d tell me, right?”
“Yes. I swear. I’m not gonna lie and say that it doesn’t make me sad, because it does, but I know how adamant he is. I can’t live without him, so I have to live with his decision.”
“Okay.”
When Jade hugged me, my eyes watered. It was the first time I’d actually cried thinking about not ever having babies with Damien; I vowed that it would be the last time I would cry over it.
The door opened, and he walked in carrying paper bags of Chinese food. I quickly rubbed my eyes, but it was too late. He’d noticed my tears.
Examining my face, he said, “Everything okay?”
“Yes. I promise. We were just talking, and I got a little emotional.”
Seeming doubtful, he looked over at Jade then at me. “Alright.”
Early that evening, Damien and I were walking hand in hand through SoHo when he said, “So, I’ve been keeping something from you.”
“Not again?” I teased.
“This is a good thing, my little wiseass.”
“What?”
“A friend of mine, who I met through an art forum, opened up a gallery here that’s dedicated to spray paint art. That’s why I wanted to come to this neighborhood before we left.”
“That’s so cool. Is that where we’re going now?”
“Yes, but that’s not all. I actually gave him one of my paintings.”
“It’s there?”
“Yup.”
“Which one?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
The gallery was small. Large canvases of spray paint art were mounted onto the brick interior walls. Faint jazz music played in the background.
“Let’s see if you can guess which one’s mine.”
We walked slowly through the gallery, stopping at each work of art. The images ranged from people to abstract shapes and colors.