The Divorce

39

I had a long shower once I was back and bed rotted for a little bit as I tried to call Kyle.

My legs dangled from the end of the bed as I stared at the ceiling, my hair still wet dripping onto my shoulders and no doubt  making the bedsheets wet. 

But bed rotting was my favourite past time, there was nothing like taking a long hot shower, cozying up in a bath robe or towel and sitting on the bed just...staring into blankness.

Of course doing it here was a rare opportunity and since I was given the afternoon off, what else would I do? Especially when the shower pressure was as good as this one, and the towels were so fluffy and soft you didn't even miss your favourite bath rose. 

I cancelled the call and tried again, four attempted times. Wasn't this their down time now? Where was he? He was the one that told him to call him around this time. I throw the phone down next to me, giving up. He can call me back.

I stared at the ceiling wondering what Gabriel had said before, he called us platonic. I mean, we weren't platonic. Kyle and I have definitely had sex, multiple times, so how could that be platonic. Was this man crazy?

Sure, we don't like PDA in public but when did Gabriel see us anyway, how does he know how we interact in person? It's not like he knows much about relationships in general, let alone our one. 

Or was he right?

Kyle did say in our last face time that we agreed to this lifestyle when we first started dating. It was just easier with his line of work to keep things not complicated. I guess we were exclusive, partially cause it wasn't like Kyle could date where he worked but...I'm sure we are exclusive cause we wanted to be, not because of the circumstances?

"God damn it," I kicked my legs in frustration against the mattress, now this man was putting all kinds of thoughts in my head. It doesn't matter does it?

This works for us, and I don't need to explain it to anyone else. 

As if on cue my phone buzzed from next to me and I grabbed it seeing Kyle's name pop up.

"Hello!" I greed him as I flip over onto my stomach, placing it on the pillow so I could see him a bit better, which wasn't that much better as it looked like his connection was a little static-y.

"Hey, sorry I missed your call. I was napping."

"That's okay, did I wake you?"

I could see Kyle pour himself what looked like either coffee or some really dark tea and sit down, moving what looked like papers away from in front of him.

"No my phone is always on silent, you know this."

"I do," I nodded.

"What's wrong?" 

"What do you mean?"

"You're quieter than normal," he said as he took a sip from his cup.

"Am I?" I wriggled into a more comfortable position, "I guess we did a lot today, actually," I said leaning over the bed and grabbing a bag, "I got you something. Want to see it?"

Kyle shrugged, "You'll show me anyway, you're the worst at keeping surprises."

I sit up crossing my legs and re-positioning my robe to cover me, "I guess that is true," I pull the belt out of the bag.

"I got you a souvenir, do you like it?"

"Of course," he said, before I could even hold it up to the camera.

"No, look at it properly," I said holding it closer to the camera, slowly turning it around, "You'll wear it right?"

Kyle placed his cup down, "I guess, but I have a uniform belt so probably only when I visit you."