28. Jason
Ilost count of the number of times I made her come last night, but I think it was about five, maybe six. Seven? I had plans for more, but she fell asleep before I could wring another out of her. Making her come is, quite honestly, my life”s work right now. It”s all I think or care about.
I’m about to wake her up to get our day started right when she jolts awake, going from asleep to completely seated upright in half a second.
”Woah, Alexis. What”s wrong, honey?” I sit up with her, running a hand over her shoulders. They”re still sticky from sweat, maybe I can convince her to shower together. Usually, she kicks me out when she wants to shower. I ”disrupt her routine” too much.
”What time is it?” I smile. Her voice is rough. Not so bad that anyone would notice, but enough that I know why it sounds off. Not really sure what came over me last night, but it took our sex life to a new level. One where I”d like to stay.
“Uh,” I glance down at my phone, “it’s eleven. Why? Did you need to be at the hospital or something? I thought you had this week off?”
She ignores me completely, leaping, then briefly stumbling out of bed. She looks like a newborn calf on shaky legs. Clearly, not one hundred percent recovered from our fun last night. ”Shit, shit, shit!”
Completely naked, she mutters to herself, moving about the room picking up clothes, and throwing them in the hamper. She continues this through to the living room too. Then it clicks; she was cleaning last night when I got home, her parents are likely due to arrive soon.
I hop up and find her in the bathroom, staring at the toilet, the brush still stuck in the bowl. When she hears me enter, she looks up, panic in her eyes. ”They”re due in three, maybe four hours. The apartment isn”t even clean yet!” She grabs the brush and starts vigorously scrubbing, even though it looks sparkling already.
”Woah, there.” I snatch the brush from her hands and place it in the holder. ”You cleaned that last night. And aside from our clothes, the entire place is spotless. Let”s shower first; that will make you feel better.” She shoots me a dirty look as I herd her into the stall. I put my hands up, attempting to look innocent. ”No funny business, I promise. I”ll keep my hands to myself.”
Not five minutes later, she”s coming on my tongue, her front pressed against the shower”s glass wall. Hopefully, now she”ll be less stressed.
I wash up quickly and step out before she”s even halfway through her shower routine. ”Babe, I”m going to go get breakfast and coffees for us; I”ll be right back. Don”t stress, ok? I”ll help you finish any cleaning you feel is still needed.”
The shower muffles her voice, but I”m pretty sure she said ok.
I grin like an idiot the entire way to our favorite café; I can”t even contain it once I”m inside, smiling and thanking everyone. I”m pretty sure I even thanked someone for just being in line.
When I get back, I”m pulled up short by something taped to her door. It”s a white envelope, with ”to Neighbor in Unit 505” written on it. I glance around to see if anyone is in the hall before grabbing it and stepping inside.
Alexis is already on the patio, a book in her lap. That”s a good sign. I half expected to find her cleaning the toilet again. On second thought, when I reach the patio door, she”s not actually looking at the pages. She”s staring off into space, chewing on her bottom lip like it holds the secrets of the universe.
She looks up once I wave the coffee in her face and finally cracks a smile.
Before I broach the subject, I wait until she”s had a few bites to eat and drank at least a quarter of her latté.
“What has you so worried about your parents visiting? I thought you wanted me to meet them?”
She closes her eyes and blows out a breath. Shit, maybe she doesn’t want me to meet them?
“I do want you to meet them. But I”m scared too. My mom can be very intense. I know you feel like your mom is, but she honestly is chill compared to mine. I don”t want her to freak you out and make you uncomfortable.” She turns to me, her eyes actually watering.
I reach out my hand and tug on hers until she gets up and sits on my lap. Once she”s settled, I tip her head back so she can see my face.
“Lex, there is nothing, and I mean nothing, your mom can do or say to freak me out. What do you think she might talk about that worries you?”
She shrugs at first, but I bounce her a bit, and she gives in. “I think she’s going to ask about marriage and babies. Things you and I haven’t really talked about yet.”
”Well, then, let”s talk about it. Do you want to get married?”
”Yes, but not right away. I still want us to find our rhythm.” She pauses as if she”s not sure she wants to say more. ”I think we should at least live together first, right?”
I nod, glad we”re on the same page on that front. It will make it much easier when I ask her to move in, and maybe I can even move up my timeline around that.
“Ok, so we’re on the same page. Live together, then talk of marriage. What about kids?”
She chews her lip again, looking away before answering. ”I want kids, two at least. But not for a while yet; I”m about to finish residency and hopefully become an attending at my hospital. Getting pregnant too soon could hurt my career growth.”
That makes sense, ”I also would like a couple of minis running around, but I”m in no rush.” I grab her coffee and hand it to her, then take a sip of my own. ”So, we”re on the same page; your mother won”t surprise me or freak me out.” She sighs in relief and eventually relaxes against my chest. We sit there quietly for a few minutes, just sipping coffee and breathing each other in.
Then she notices the envelope. “What’s that?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. That was taped to your door when I got back.” I hand it to her and sit back while she opens and reads the one-page note.
“Oh no…” Her eyes widen, a horrified look on her face. “Oh no, no, no, no, no!”
”What? What does it say?” I”m alarmed. What the fuck could a neighbor have written to freak her out like this? She just shakes her head and hands me the paper, abandoning my lap altogether.
I can’t stop myself from laughing when I’m done reading.
Dear Neighbor in 505,
Hello, this is the neighbor that shares the wall with your bedroom. Did you know that? Our bedrooms share a wall. Because I sure did. While I am absolutely delighted that you seem to have a boyfriend or at least a regular bedfellow, I have to kindly ask that you refrain from the all-night sex marathons.
For a minute there, I thought maybe you both had resumed ordinary sexual exploits. You know, maybe one round of sex at night, at a normal time, and then sleeping until the next day. But no, last night, you were up until nearly five in the morning. Did you know that? FIVE IN THE MORNING.
While I applaud your stamina, I am begging you to stop. I would really like to sleep at some point.
All my best,
Your very tired Neighbor
“I cannot believe you are laughing!” Her eyes are wild, snatching the letter from me before storming inside. “This is a disaster!”
I quickly follow and find her sticking it under her pillow. Before she can move away, I wrap her up in a bear hug, resting my chin on her head. ”It is not a disaster. Honestly, they sound jealous; they probably don”t get any.” She snorts at that, shaking her head slightly. ”How about this? My unit is the coveted corner unit. I don”t have neighbors who share walls with my bedroom. We can start having our all-night sex marathons there.” She laughs again, then turns in my arms, so her head rests against my chest.
“How do you always know the right thing to say?”
I shrug because, honestly, I don”t know. ”I just speak Alexis, I guess.”
***
A few hours later, I”ve been banished back to my apartment. She wants to greet her parents and get them settled before we take them out to eat. Honestly, I think she just wants to try to talk to her mom first before she has a chance to speak to me.
Maybe another hour later, my door bursts open, with Alexis looking manic in the doorway.
“I’m moving in while they’re here! I can’t. I just can’t.” She brushes past me with a suitcase, going directly into my room.
”Forty-five minutes. My mom has been at my house for forty-five minutes, and it”s already too much!” She throws her hands up, then grabs my arms and shakes me. ”Do you know what she did? The first thing she did?”
I shake my head, a little afraid to speak honestly.
”She found my calendar where I track my period and started marking off the ovulation days with little hearts and stars! THEN, she showed me and said, and I QUOTE, ”honey, you need to pay better attention to when you are ovulating. You and Jason aren”t getting any younger. You”ll want to start soon if you want any kids.’ What the fuck? Like what the actual fuck!” She sucks in a breath, clearly gearing up for what happened next. ”And then, I was in the bathroom, packing up my toiletries because, honestly, there is no way I”m staying there after that. She went into my room and, with the intuition of a fucking alien, found that note! And was reading it, OUT LOUD to my FATHER.” She”s shaking, or is that me?
”My father knows I have all-night sex marathons,” she pauses and looks at me in horror. ”My father knows I have all-night sex marathons!” She drops her hands and then throws herself on my bed, lying face down, shoulders slumped in defeat. Oh boy, this week should be fun.