Today's prompt is this abandoned building. We left Will and Tonya at the dinner party. Tonya asked why Erica, the former girlfriend, left to be a man.
Today's Excerpt
Lynne followed her husband mumbling something about bread. They were probably in the kitchen making emergency plans for the dinner party that suddenly imploded.
Taking advantage of their absence, Will looked at her. “Erica really wasn’t my fiancée. We never made any plans or anything, but we were best friends. There were times when I thought she considered me a project like a fixer-upper. Turns out, I never became what she needed, but we did everything together. People assumed we were a couple.”
“Um, so , um did you, ahh.” Tonya bit her bottom lip knowing she was drifting back into forbidden territory.
Her discomfort caused Will’s lips to tilt upward. “Did we sleep together?”
A quick head bob confirmed her prurient interest. She shouldn’t want to know, but part of her did. Was he so bad in bed or lacking in technique that Erica thought she could do better? Not in finding another guy, but literally could perform better.
“No.” He shook his head side to side in case she hadn’t caught the word. “It really wasn’t that kind of relationship. We were both healthy, attractive single adults. Even kissed, but no chemistry.”
“Really?” The surprise in her voice was genuine. “Marc was afraid you were all broken up about not attracting women.”
Marc stood in the doorway with a serving bowl and turned around before Will noticed him.
“Oh.” His voice dropped suddenly. His brow furrowed. He looked down at his plate. Not looking at her, he asked, “Is there anything you don’t know.”
“Don’t feel so bad. You know I can’t hold my liquor and I might lose my job. That’s more than my mother knows.” She tried for her standard work smile, but it felt more like a grimace.
Today's Excerpt
Lynne followed her husband mumbling something about bread. They were probably in the kitchen making emergency plans for the dinner party that suddenly imploded.
Taking advantage of their absence, Will looked at her. “Erica really wasn’t my fiancée. We never made any plans or anything, but we were best friends. There were times when I thought she considered me a project like a fixer-upper. Turns out, I never became what she needed, but we did everything together. People assumed we were a couple.”
“Um, so , um did you, ahh.” Tonya bit her bottom lip knowing she was drifting back into forbidden territory.
Her discomfort caused Will’s lips to tilt upward. “Did we sleep together?”
A quick head bob confirmed her prurient interest. She shouldn’t want to know, but part of her did. Was he so bad in bed or lacking in technique that Erica thought she could do better? Not in finding another guy, but literally could perform better.
“No.” He shook his head side to side in case she hadn’t caught the word. “It really wasn’t that kind of relationship. We were both healthy, attractive single adults. Even kissed, but no chemistry.”
“Really?” The surprise in her voice was genuine. “Marc was afraid you were all broken up about not attracting women.”
Marc stood in the doorway with a serving bowl and turned around before Will noticed him.
“Oh.” His voice dropped suddenly. His brow furrowed. He looked down at his plate. Not looking at her, he asked, “Is there anything you don’t know.”
“Don’t feel so bad. You know I can’t hold my liquor and I might lose my job. That’s more than my mother knows.” She tried for her standard work smile, but it felt more like a grimace.
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