We continued to talk easily over supper, she asked about my tattoos, admitting that she’d never watched Star Wars. I feigned disgust at her revelation, but then I admitted that I had never watched Titanic (the only major ‘chick flick’ I could think of that I’d never seen), to her mock disgust.
After dinner, I insisted on helping with the dishes. I washed while she dried and put things away. I don’t know if it was the wine or what, but I was really starting to feel some sexual energy between the two of us. Angela brushed her breasts against my arm as she was reaching for the wok from the drying rack, our hips touched several times, and her fingers slid across mine as I was handing her washed items.
Once the dishes were done, we sat on her couch, each with our third glass of wine.
“I’ve told you about my divorce, how come you haven’t told me about yours?” Angela asked.
“I guess I’m still hurt and angry about it.” I said quietly. “I’m not as distanced from it as you are from yours.”
Angela reached out and put her hand on mine. “It’s ok. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”
Her hand on mine was so soothing and comforting. I had to fight the sudden urge to pull her to me and kiss her. I forced my mind back to conversation and decided to tell her about my divorce.
“We got married at 25, I wasn’t totally heads over heels for Trina, but I loved her, and I thought she loved me too. We started trying to have kids when we turned 31,Trina was ready and I thought it was something I had to do to make her happy. After almost two years of trying, Trina wanted to get some tests done. Her results came back first, and it turned out she was already a month pregnant, we were both so excited. Two days later, my doctor called me while I was at work with the results from my tests. I had a sperm count of zero.” I took a calming breath.
“My doctor was surprised that Trina was pregnant, but he wanted to run more tests before he would comment further. I assumed that the test was wrong or I did something wrong when I took the test, so I didn’t say anything to Trina. After the second round of tests came back and the doctor did a more thorough physical exam, he was certain. I had a blockage that meant there was no way I could have gotten Trina pregnant for at least the past three years.” I sighed.
Angela squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” I replied, squeezing back. “Anyways, I confronted her, telling her what the doctor said. She barely tried to deny it, Trina was a nurse and she had been having an affair with one of the doctors at the clinic for a few months. I went to Dan’s that night, saw a lawyer in the morning, and less than a month later moved in here.”
Angela looked at me with sad eyes. “Now I feel even worse about how I treated you when we first met. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had just gone through that.”
“It’s ok. How were you supposed to know?” I asked. “Besides, I thought we put all of that behind us.” I said, giving her a big smile.
“Thank you.” She said. “So what happened after you left? Did she tell the doctor?”
“We’ve talked a few times, she’s due next month. She told the doctor, but he didn’t want to leave his wife. I don’t really know anything else. Whenever she calls me, I always make sure that she and the baby are ok then let her go.” I sighed. “I still care about her well being and don’t wish her or the baby any harm, but I really don’t want anything to do with her anymore. I’d never be able to trust her again.”
“I can see why you’re still a little raw about that.” She squeezed my hand again. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Thank you for listening.” I replied.
“You’re welcoOOOOOOOOme.” Angela said, yawning. “Oh my! I’m sorry. What time is it?”
I looked at my phone for the first time in a long while. “Wow! It’s almost 11.” I told her, stifling a yawn myself.
“I think I should be going to bed. I’m not used to staying up this late or drinking this much on a work night, but I really liked it.” She said, squeezing my hand again.
“Me too.” I said, starting to stand. I was still holding her hand, helping her to rise as well. When she stood, she was standing in front of me, looking up at me. I reached out and brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. “Thanks for tonight, it was the best night I’ve had in a long time.” I said softly.
“Me too.” She replied, licking her lips.
I had the urge to kiss her again and this time I didn’t force it away. I leaned down, closing the one foot height gap slowly, staring into her eyes, giving her time to pull away if she didn’t feel the same way. As I closed in, Angela tilted her chin up. My lips made contact with hers, they were soft yet firm. At first it was a soft tentative kiss, as if neither of us were sure what we were doing, but we quickly figured it out. Angela pressed her body against mine, and I wrapped my free hand around the small of her back, pulling her tighter to me. Our lips mashed together harder. I felt Angela’s tongue probing at my lips and I parted them enough to let my tongue dance with hers.