Eating pizza with my friends was a new and exciting adventure. Gerald gave me his shirt, which I proudly wore, and I kept the sheets about my waist to cover the rest of my nakedness. Cole sprawled out on the area rug with Emilie and Harry while Michael sat on my desk.
"Raya would love to meet you guys, I should bring her around sometime." Cole said through a mouth full of pizza.
"Whose Raya?" Emilie asked
"It's his girlfriend." Michael answered as if it was obvious.
"You have a girlfriend?" I asked, "I thought you got laid every night."
He grinned widely, "Oh I do get laid every night. By my girlfriend." I saw the tension go out of Gerald's shoulders at the news of at least one of these men had a lover.
"What about you tall guy, do you have girlfriend?" Gerald asked Michael
"Yes I do, her name is Patti." he replied
Gerald licked his lips, "That's it? Nothing about how hot she is or anything else like that?"
"No. That's it." there was an uncomfortable silence at this revelation.
"Do you love her?" Gerald asked
"Does it matter to you if I love her or not?" Michael snapped, and I couldn't help but think of when I first met Gerald and I had asked him whether or not he believed in love. He said he didn't then. But he did now, and that was all that mattered.
"Hey Dreamer, let it go." I squeezed Gerald's hand
"Yeah, okay." he mumbled, smiling at my chest.
I glanced up quickly, only to see Cole's and Michael's eyes also on my chest. I blushed deeply and felt a strong spark of guilt for Patti and Raya. Whoever they were.
We finished the pizza and Gerald told everyone to get dressed and call up their girlfriends.
"Where are we going?" Emilie asked
"To the club where I'm playing with Steven tonight." Gerald replied
"Whose Steven?" Emilie chirped
"Hoddie Allen!"
"I love Hoodie Allen!!" Cole exclaimed, jumping up excitedly, "I'm gonna go get Raya!"
"Who is Hoodie Allen?" Emilie asked, confused.
"My best friend." Gerald replied, handing me my shirt and shooing everyone else out the door. Emilie went with them because she went with Harry to go do...something.
Gerald rubbed my arms gently. "Do you want to go?" I nodded and stood on tip-toe to kiss his lips.
He pulled me into a hug, "Oh Marilyn, I know. I know about Paris."
I felt the sinking feeling in my gut return.
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