The Affair

Chapter 6

Theodora.

My cock is hard and I know it's because I've just awoken from an extremely arousing dream about her. It's almost painful, the remnants of it bombarding me; seeing her naked body, touching her, tasting her, doing whatever I please to her...

"Fuck," I mumble.

Pale light is spilling into my bedroom through the curtains. As I sit up I run my hands through my hair, glance down at the imprint of my cock beneath my comforter, and wait impatiently for it to go away. It feels like forever before it finally does.

I've etched out my plan for tonight. Sophie and Keira will be going to their show on Broadway and I'm going to invite her here. We'll eat dinner and drink and finally relieve this fucking ridiculous tension that's been building between us. We have to do something about it or I'm liable to combust.

After I've gone to the bathroom I make my way to the kitchen where Sophie is unloading a takeout bag and Keira is on her phone at the bar. She gives me a glance with a small smile, then looks back to the styrofoam containers.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing... How was Theodora?"

I eye her closely. I'm positive I didn't mention her name.

"You know her name. How?"

"Well, you were saying it in your sleep. Quite loudly. Um... moaning it, really."

She snickers and so does Keira and I shift uncomfortably as I light a cigarette and sit at the bar. I was talking in my sleep? Saying her name? It's not really surprising considering the dream I was having. But it's embarrassing, nonetheless.

"Alright, it's not that amusing."

"Actually it is. Saying a woman's name in your sleep? That might be the biggest step you've ever taken in a relationship."

"Sophie. That's enough."

I can tell she wants to keep on, but doesn't. Instead, she sets one of the containers in front of me, along with a cup of a coffee.

"What's this?"

I ask as I open it. It's a bagel with smoked fish and cream cheese. I haven't had one like this in a long time. It's been so long I can't even remember.

"Thank you, Soph."

"You're welcome. So..."

She sits down beside of me.

"Are you in love with her?"

"Jesus Christ. No."

"Okay, okay. Sorry."

I continue to stare at her, wondering what in the fuck would possess her to ask me something like that?

"We're going to this restaurant for lunch today. Will you come with us?"

After a moment of thought I nod.

"Yes. Where?"

"Laurie's. Have you been?"

"No. Where is it?"

"Greenwich Village."

"Okay. We'll take my car."

She nods and smiles and nudges my arm.

"You should invite her to come with us."

I sigh loudly and roll my eyes.

"No."

"Why? It's just lunch. From what I saw I'm sure she'd like to see you again. It could be fun."

"It sounds like a date with my sister and my niece. We aren't involved that way. It's... complicated. And you only saw what you saw because you're too nosy for your own good."