things just as quickly and kept pace with me as I went down the hall. She touched my arm again and it was all I could do in the crowds of people not to wretch it away from her and run.
“You must work out,” she cooed at me.
I wanted to pick her up and give her to someone else. ‘Here, take this flirty girl. She’s irritating the shit out of me.’
“Um, yeah, my girlfriend loves the guns.”
There, that should throw her off.
“Mmmm…she’s not the only one,” she said, squeezing my bicep again.
If I were with Ash, I would reach into her purse and pull out her tiny antibacterial gel.
“I’m going this way,” I said and suddenly jackknifed out a side door and outside. Ash was going to get such a kick out of this.
Ash spent the night again and as we got ready for bed, brushing out teeth side by side, I laughed as I recalled Eva and her displaced flirting. Or maybe it wasn’t flirting. Maybe it was me and a bad case of displaced ego.
I decided to let Ash make the call.
I spit into the sink and put my toothbrush down. Damn, she was even sexy when she brushed her teeth. She kept turning this way and that, checking herself out while she cleaned her teeth. She always did that when she was brushing her teeth or waiting for one of those nose strip things to dry.
“There’s no effing way I check you out as much as you check yourself out,” I said, teasing her while I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed.
“Any day now, all those cheeseburgers I eat are gonna start showing up on my ass. You just wait. I’m just making sure everything is in the right place.”
“Oh, it’s all in the right places, in the right proportions,” I turned my head to get a better look at my favorite part of her, “Just perfect.”
She rinsed her toothbrush and laughed, looking at me in the mirror.
“You’re so romantic tonight, Your Highness,” she snickered.
“I can’t help myself. Brushing your teeth just gets me going.”
“Quit.”
“I have to tell you about this girl in my class.”
She noticeably bristled, “Do tell.”
We walked into the bedroom and got in bed and I told her the whole story.
“So what did that feel like,” she prompted. It scared me the way she drug the words out.
I shrugged, “It felt off. I wanted to run to the nearest closet and hide until she’d gone away. But I guess it’s good practice. I mean, sooner or later someone is gonna touch me or flirt with me, right?”
“Yeah,” she mumbled. We watched TV for the rest of the night and I laughed at something on a show, expecting Ash to laugh with me, but instead found she’d turned on her side and already gone to sleep.