The great thing about Esme is that she always follows through. Four hours later, she kissed my cheek and slid into the booth across from me.
Her smile was particularly bright, and her eyes were brimming with excitement.
“You already know, don’t you?”
She nodded and let out a quiet squeal. “I’m so happy. I never thought this would happen; I’d completely given up hope.”
“Interesting. You always said you didn’t care one way or the other.”
“Oh, I know, but that wasn’t entirely true. I just didn’t want to expect it, or set myself up for disappointment. Besides, it’s not like my happiness depends upon it. Joy and fulfillment come in many forms. I didn’t need this in my life, but I’d be lying if I didn’t miss having it.”
“You’ll feel differently the first time you have to clean up shit,” I said, laughing.
She snorted. “Not going to happen. I’ve never been into anal.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Buttsex.” She mock shivered. “It’s not my thing.”