The water on her face was dripping and with it she hoped to wash away her nervous jitters.
It wasn’t working.
Katey had been the object of Simone’s affection for the better part of three years. They met at a poetry club in downtown Detroit while they were out with mutual friends.
They were hot and heavy at first. Every second they were alone they went at each other with a craving that could only be matched by wolves attacking fresh meat. It went on this way for a while until the inevitable happened. Simone looked at her reflection and rolled her eyes at herself remembering when she ruined it.
They were laying in bed after an awesome night of sex, “I think we should take our relationship to the next level,” Simone whispered into Katey’s ear that fell and rose with Simone’s chest.
The conversation was short but left Simone full of thoughts about how their whatever-ship would never be the same. The truth of the matter was that there was no relationship, they were just having fun this entire time. Simone kicked herself then and again now as she stood in her bathroom pacing about the matter. She spent two years sleeping with this woman, hanging out whenever they were free and she even lived for the moments in the middle of the night when Katey would call for a moonlit rendezvous.