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Sarah has tons of gatherings. She’s a social butterfly. Jay, on the other hand, isn’t very social at all. He gets really nervous in groups bigger than three or four. Plus, Sarah doesn’t exactly hide how she feels about him. So he rarely joins me.
I should have known something was up when Sarah insisted Jay come with. I asked her why, and she was cagey about it, mostly just saying she wants to try harder to be nicer to him.
Jay and I got into a big fight over it. He insisted he wasn’t going, and I guilted him for never hanging with my friends, while I’m always hanging with his. A couple of hours later he came to me with his tail between his legs, and he said he’d go for an hour or two tops. “Good boy,” I thought to myself. I don’t know why. Probably because Sarah always refers to him as “the boy” when he’s not around. But I always think it when I win an argument, and on the rare occasions o see him naked anymore. I never say it out loud, of course. Well, almost never.
Anyway, we went to the gathering at Sarah’s apartment. As soon as we walked in, things got weird. Sarah came and greeted us, and she was overly friendly with Jay. Then she said, “So listen, I recently met a guy. He’s in the kitchen. I want you to meet him.” She winked at me. “Prepare yourself. He’s fucking hot.” Sarah says shit like this, probably just to piss off Jay.
So she leads us into the kitchen, and there are some friends in there, and there’s this one massive guy holding court. Sarah wasn’t lying. He’s fucking hot. Like modelesque athlete hot.
Sarah pulls him away from his conversation, and turns him toward us. He takes one look at Jay, and his voice booms. “No fucking way. Jay Jerillo. What the hell is up , man?”
Sarah says, in an overly excited way, “Wait, you two know each other?”
I look at Jay. He bright red, and has a look on his face I’ve never seen before. Like a cross between fear and shame. He barely manages to squeak out, “Hey Dom. Long time.”
It takes a few seconds to register, but between the look on his face, the smirks on Dom’s and Sarah’s faces, and the name, it hits me. This is Dominic, the college bully Jay cried about in therapy.
The air was charged, to say the least, and I felt a swirl of emotions. Tense. Protective of Jay. Angry at Sarah. Worried about the rest of the night. And I’m not gonna lie: a little hot and bothered. As I watched Dom bring Jay in for a hug, dwarfing my height-challenged boyfriend, exuding an air of confidence bordering on arrogance, I got a little tingly in my belly. This is shit we’re not supposed to admit, but dammit if it isn’t the truth. It didn’t help when this dude looked down at me, as if peering right through me, and said, “And you must be the famous Megan I keep hearing about.” He reached out and gave me a firm handshake, my tiny hand engulfed in his paw. The tingles traveled lower, but I played it cool so as not to upset Jay.
But that can only last so long during a night of drinking.
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