The Rebound Game

Thirty One

I may be paranoid but all those sleepovers I had with Shirley as she went on and on about the men in her life taught me a thing or two. Of course I should be able to detect red flags from a far but when it comes to my own love life, I am as blind as a bat.

Annie tried to reassure me that Justin was that way with her. She claims some men find it harder to express their feelings but it doesn't mean that they don't care, I just have to give him time. My sister must surely know Ezra more and that remains my one ray of hope. It's something that goes against what I have always subscribed to; that if you have to second guess something then maybe it's not meant to be.

Ezra steps out of the shower and with a towel wrapped around his lower half. I struggle to keep my eyes off the ripped abs and focus on why I want to leave.

"Hey, you have a worried look on your face. Everything okay?" Ezra says as he sorts out his work out outfit.

"Yeah. I just woke up to pee and brush my teeth. That's all."

He raises his eyebrows and leans in for a kiss. I am glad I brushed my teeth or this would have been awkward.

"You are dressed," he accuses.

"Okay, here is the thing. I have an appointment I forgot about until a few minutes ago. It's with Annie's wedding planner and they would both kill me if I am late. You know, flower arrangements and stuff."

I hope he does not call my bluff. I have no idea if Annie and Justin have decided on a venue yet leave alone if they wish to hire a planner. I have not been following closely on the conversations on the Whats App group.

"You sure it can't wait? I am not done with you yet," he whispers in my ear and starts unbuttoning my see -me-through chiffon top.

" Huh. Tempting. I would take you up on that offer but well, I don't want Annie to go all bridezilla on me." He nods in understanding and gets back to dressing.

Ezra gives me a ride home which is at least a forty minutes drive from Kitengela without traffic. This is so generous of him, any other guy would have had me take a taxi. Before he leaves he tells me he would call to find out if I have plans for the weekend.

Back in my apartment, I take a long shower and get back to my blog. I reply to a couple of comments from kind readers but I am not really in the mood. I close the laptop and play old P!nks songs. I pour the tempting vodka half way into a disposable plastic cup, grab a dining chair on my way to the balcony and stare at the street below me.