Tales Of Secret Conversations And Impending Doom

Day 15 of The Andie Chronicles

James tells me his sleepover with GG and Taylor, my boyfriend’s brother, was completely innocent. 

“We didn’t have a threesome,” he keeps saying. 

I didn’t think it was GG’s thing to bring someone else into her bedroom. Not that my friend is possessive or anything like that. 

But she’s never been the super adventurous type. It wasn’t until after her divorce that she even stepped foot into a sex store.

But for the rest of Sunday, James wouldn’t tell me what they were up to. I must have asked him ten different times, in ten different ways, in the hope of coaxing the answer out of him. 

Eventually, my hangover took over and I left James and retreated to my sanctuary at 1 Lovelock Drive. 

I stopped by the local milk bar at the end of the street and picked up ice cream and Ice Magic. I’m obsessed with the chocolate sauce that hardens on the cold dessert. 

And after dancing and singing for most of Saturday night, my throat ached for something to soothe it.

When James arrived at work this morning, he found the empty container on the kitchen bench. 

“You didn’t leave any for me?”, he said, throwing the empty container in the recycling bin. 

“I didn’t think I had to,” I replied. “And I’m not into you analysing what goes into my mouth.”

“Well,” James started, “I’m not so into you analysing what comes out of my mouth. You were like a dog with a bone over my confession about Saturday night.”