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Only Prompts - 1. Simple Questions Prompt 480
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“I just have a simple question. Who the hell is asleep in your bed?”
Jason and Sam have a conversation.
Simple Questions
“I just have a simple question. Who the hell is asleep in your bed?”
“Huh?” I cracked open one eye, and looked up at Jason from my place on the sofa.
Jason glared at me. “Well?”
I groaned and swung my legs over the side and sat up. “Why are you looking into my bed anyway? It’s not your business anymore who is or isn’t in my bed.”
“Maybe not, but it’s my house, you just rent a room. So if there are strangers here, I deserve to know.” Jason had crossed his arms.
I stood up. “If you must know, his name is Dennis. He’s 27 years old. I work with him. Last night we went for a few drinks. He lost his keys, so I offered him my bed. That okay with you?”
“Is he your lover?”
“That’s none of your business, Jason.” I reached around to scratch my back and peered at my tormentor. “If he was my lover, don’t you think I’d be in bed with him?”
Jason snorted in a very un-lady-like manner. “Well, when we were together, you often slept on the couch!”
“Only because you chucked me outta bed every time you were having one of your hissy fits.”
“You never loved me, Sammy.”
Oh here we go! “That’s bull and you know it. I wanted us to be married. I guess you’ve forgotten the trip we took, the water-fall, and the proposal.”
“If that’s true, where’s the ring?”
“Right where you left it, Jason, at the bottom of Vintgar Gorge!”
I sat down. I did not want to deal with Jason and his whining at whatever o’clock it was.
“Sammy?”
“Sammy?”
I sighed. “Let me go back to sleep, okay Jason? I’m tired. Please.”
“You never slept well on the sofa, Sam.”
I lay down and pulled the blanket over myself. “Nope I didn’t.” I turned over to face the back of the couch and closed my eyes.
“You … don’t need to sleep here.” Jason’s voice was a whisper.
I lay still with eyes open – saying nothing.
There was a sound of the coffee table being moved, then I felt a hand on my upper thigh. Pressure – his chest against my shoulder blades, a soft kiss on my neck, then his warm breath on my ear as he whispered, “You don’t need to sleep here.”
The hand on my thigh dropped down and caressed my butt, and the kisses he rained on my neck became more fervent.
Believe me, the attention was affecting me; I’m a man and human. But Jas and I have been down this road once too often. We’d go to bed, kiss, make out, and I’d bottom for him. Afterward he’d humiliate me like he always does, and then we’d fight. I couldn’t do this anymore.
I turned over.
He tried to kiss my lips then and I pulled away.
Jason sat back on his heels. “Sammy?” He reached out to stroke my hair but I pulled back.
“Don’t, Jason. No more, okay? You and I are finished.”
“You are in love with that … whoever he is, Dennis.”
“No, I’m not. He is who I told you he is.” I sat up again, pulling the pillow into my lap. I regarded my beautiful ex-boyfriend and remembered how good it had once been. How happy we were together all that time ago. I smiled at him as he knelt on the carpet.
“Sammy?” Jason reached up to touch my cheek. “You’re crying. Why are you?”
He clambered up beside me, he put his arms around me, and I let him. I cried then, sliding my arms around this man who I had once loved deeply, but that I knew I could not any longer.
“Sam, please tell me what’s wrong.”
I moved out of his arms. “Jas, I need to move out. I can’t do this anymore.”
Jason gasped.
“We aren’t helping each other by staying in the same place.” I gazed into his sweet brown eyes. “We both need to move on and forget.”
“You think I want to forget you?” His voice had gone up an octave. “Is that what you seriously think, Sam?”
Is that what I thought? Did I want to forget Jason?
“Yes, I want to forget everything, until the day when the memories of you, of us don’t hurt anymore, Jas. And we can never get to that place living together like we do.”
“Well, I don’t want you to go.” Jason stood up and crossed his arms like he always did when he wanted his way. “Did you ever think about what I want?”
“Don’t start something, Jason. Do not be the whiny bitch. What you want ….” That really pissed me off and he always got away with it. “Wait, you know what? Go ahead tell me how I never thought about what you wanted. Please, go on.”
Jason looked confused. “I … what do you mean? What are you doing, Sam?”
“What am I doing? Well Jas, I’m giving you the opportunity to tell me just how I never thought of you in the eight years we were partners. So please, just let me fucking have it.”
“Stop it, Sam, please.”
“Sorry, what?” My voice was raised.
“Okay, Sammy. I get it. I’m a bitch and I was a rotten partner.” Jason sat down on the over-stuffed chair. “I’m sorry.”
Oh, perfect, did I have to do that to him? “No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. There was no need for me to be such a dick.”
Jason was quiet for a few minutes and I felt like crap.
“Sam, was it really so bad?”
Shit, bugger, damn. “No of course it wasn’t, Jas. Mostly, it was brilliant.”
“I still love you, you know, Sammy.”
“I love you too, Jason.”
I stood up and went to him. I pulled him to me and held him close.
“So say you won’t go. Let’s try again, please Sam.”
“You know what Jason. I think we could.” I held him by the shoulders. “But we’ve said that each time and it’s never worked.”
“You’re going this time for real, aren’t you?”
Nodding, because I couldn’t speak, I hugged him, and went to my room to pack.
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