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Chinese Takeout

She’s lying to me. The truth is a sheer thing to her. She sometimes drapes it around her stories, but it’s often easier to discard than to get twisted up in it.

The lies, they don’t even hurt anymore. In fact, I appreciate her sheltering me.

“I got caught up in something and didn’t have time to cook for you. Chinese food is OK, isn’t it?”

Of course it’s OK. She knows the Chinese food nights are my favorite. And after we’ve played out our fortunes in bed, she’ll try to keep me from brushing my hands over her tautly swollen abdomen, full of lo mein and tingling afterglow.

“I always feel so fat after Chinese. How ever do you find me sexy? I might just fall asleep on the couch and deny you sex tonight.”

Definitely not. Guilt flickers in those green eyes. I know why she was late. I even know who she was with.

It took me a while to see the skin through her thickly caked masquerades – decorated so purposefully. She thinks out all the details and hands them over to me too easily.

She stops clearing the takeout boxes and scattered packets of sauce. “Are you even listening to me?”

“I was saying that I have a late meeting Thursday, and I won’t be able to meet you for dinner. Besides, didn’t Jon say something about the two of you meeting up for drinks that night? You should do that. My meeting is right next to the gym, so I’ll go ahead and work out and shower and be all clean and sexy for you when I get home.”

That was a nice touch.

I don’t even let her put down the leftovers before I lean into her and pull her close to me. Lips and warmth and my hands in her darkly tangled hair. So self-conscious and slightly awkward. She whimpers and lets a deep breath escape. Diminishing turmoil. I take the stuff out of her hands and put it back on the coffee table.

Her lips have a sadness to them. She considers confessing. The skin on the small of her back unravels me. Her hand on my chest, pushing. My name a whisper. Eyes lock. “I… I love you.”

And I know she’s not lying.

I lie to her and tell her I’ll meet Jon on Thursday.

I will instead meet her at the doctor’s office.

Chinese Takeout


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