Sweet Caroline

#69 Change is a good thing

Monday morning arrives, and I still horrible. Hell, I feel even crappier than I did when Tiffany threw me out of her apartment. Nathan tried to make me feel better by fucking my brains out all weekend, but I still feel horrible about letting Tiffany down. No amount of sex is going to make me feel better about losing one of my best friends. She hasn't responded to my texts and calls all weekend, so she must still be pissed. And she's got every right to be.

When I enter the school, I head to her classroom instead of mine. When I walk in, I'm surprised to see her sitting at her desk with her eyes closed, humming along with a song that's playing from her laptop.

"Tiff?"

Her eyes fly open and she grins, jumping up to hug me. The stress finally leaves my body and I hold her close. Thank God.

"I just had the best weekend of my life," she informs me. "Holy shit, Caroline, I never really understood why you were always going on about what a maniac Nathan is between the sheets, but now I get it. There's such a big difference between good sex and mind-blowingly amazing sex."

I grin. "So I take it your reunion with Hillary went well? I'm glad. And Tiff, I'm so sorry about what I did. I know that I had no right to contact her. I totally get why you made me sweat all weekend. I'm just so happy that you're not mad anymore."

"Made you sweat?" she asks, frowning. "Oh, you mean me not responding you your texts? Girl, I haven't left the bedroom once since Hill got here. My phone was off. I didn't get any of your messages until this morning." She giggles, her eyes bright and happy. "She's staying Caroline. She's not going back to traveling the world. She's going to find an apartment nearby and in the meantime, she's going to stay with me."

"Oh, Tiff, that's awesome!" I hug her again, glad that it all worked out.

"I just hope that she'll be able to find something..." Tiffany bites her lip. "I mean, I'm all for marathon sex sessions that last all weekend, but I've only been out for a little while and Hill and I haven't seen each other in person since she left over six months ago. I don't think living together is that great of an idea."

"I'm sure she'll find something," I assure Tiffany. "And she can always stay at my place if she wants to. I'm never really there anyway, since I spent every single night with Nathan."

"Nathanial Storm the sex God," she teases with a wink. "Oh, Car, if he's anywhere near as good as Hillary is... How do you ever leave the bedroom? I seriously had to force myself to come in for work today. I've never had so many orgasms in such a short amount of time. And her boobs are just-"

"Good morning!"

We both turn bright red when three kids run in, followed by their parents. From the looks on their faces, they didn't hear what we were talking about, but it was too close a call to be sure. I hurry back to my own classroom, where two kids are already sitting at their desks, talking animatedly. No more talking about our sex lives at school from now on. It's hardly appropriate for a bunch of 7- an 8-year-olds to hear about our orgasms. Still, it's great that Tiffany is doing so well. Would have been nice if she or Hillary had let me know everything was okay before this morning, but oh well. I kind of deserved it.

***

When I get home that night and tell Nathan all about my day after Rose has gone to bed, he suddenly grows silent. I take his hand in mine, unsure what just happened.

"Nate?" I ask, tugging at his hand. "Is everything okay?"

"Hillary is going to be staying at your place?" he asks, turning to meet my confused gaze.

"Yeah..." I reply, unsure what the problem is. "It's not like I spend much time there, right?"

"Move in with me," Nathan blurts out, a smile lighting up his face. "Rose loves you, everyone already knows you're with me, you spend all your time here... Call your landlord and have him give the place to Hillary. Move in with me."