Stood Up

Chapter Two

Emily brushed her hair out and then put the brush on the bathroom counter.

"That was interesting," Noah said behind her. He was naked and his skin was damp and he looked so good and she loved him so much, her heart hurt sometimes just looking at him.

"It was," she replied.

"But good interesting, right? I mean, you liked Kyle too," he said, it wasn't really a question. He was just checking in with her.

She nodded and turned around so she could look directly at him. "Yeah. I'm glad he agreed to a second date."

"He might back out anyway," Noah said. He grabbed his comb and ran it through his thick dark hair. It looked black when it was wet. Emily watched him.

"He might not," she said once he was done. She handed him a towel and he started to rub himself dry. She didn't care that he would go to bed with wet hair, but she didn't want to have her big spoon be all wet against her back.

He grinned at her. "He might not."

He held out his hand and she took it, let him pull her to the bedroom and bed.
Once they were settled, she reached for her book and Noah for his tabled, but she quickly realized that she couldn't concentrate on the novel she was trying to read.

Noah put his tabled on the nightstand and turned so he could look at her. "What's on your mind?"

"Kyle."

"Well, duh, that was obvious," he replied.

She sighed and put her book in her lap. "I mean the other Kyle. Not the one we meet today. He too, of course, because he had been fun hanging out with-"

"And cute," Noah cut in.

She smiled. "Yes. Cute too. Not like the other Kyle."

"Who had been gorgeous," Noah agreed.

Emily nodded. "Who made himself out to be gorgeous." She bit her lip.

"Spit it out lover," he said.

"What if the other Kyle contacts us again? I mean we are under no obligation to do anything with anyone, or even be exclusive with these people."

"Where is this all coming from?" Noah asked.

She sighed. "I guess Kyle firmly stating he wasn't into one-night stands?" She didn't really know what she was even trying to tell her husband. Her thoughts were a pile of stuff and things and she was trying to pull out the ones that would make sense, but had the feeling she was failing. Miserably at that.

He grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. The artist in her appreciated the contrast of his rich dark skin against her own pale one. "Okay, let me try. You were perfectly fine with hooking up with guys for one night before, right? I mean we had fun. It had been sexy as hell, right?"

She nodded, because of course and he knew that. "Yeah."

"Good, just making sure here, bear with me. Do you want to hook up with Kyle, the one that showed up tonight? We really need to sort this name thing out, love."

She grinned. "It's easy. Kyle is Kyle and the other one shall be Fake from now on."

"God, I fucking love you," he said and kissed her cheek.

"I love you too and yes, I want to hook up with Kyle."

"Okay, so we have to woe him then, and that is the thing that makes your stomach queasy. We never wooed anyone except each other."