The next morning Michelle shows up to have breakfast with me before work. I’d completely forgotten that we’d organised to do this last week. Jay isn’t up yet when I answer the door to her.

We sit and chat for a while. Dad comes in and grabs something quick before leaving for an early morning meeting he has scheduled. Then Jay saunters in, looking sleep-ruffled and delectable. His hair is messy, his T-shirt crumpled. And really, there should be a rule against him wearing boxer shorts around the house. His thighs are just so flipping…glorious. All muscle and sinew and sexy, sturdy strength. Those thighs were meant for plundering, and let me tell you, they plunder.

Michelle waggles her eyebrows at me when he walks in, and I give her a look to keep quiet. We still haven’t had the chance to properly discuss what’s been going on with me and Jay, and I can tell it’s killing her.

Her waggling eyebrows turn into narrowed brows when her gaze focuses on my neck.

“What’s that?” she asks, leaning in curiously and tugging down the collar of my blouse. “Is that a bruise?” she continues.

I put my hand to my throat self-consciously. I didn’t see any bruises when I was getting ready this morning, but then again, I was rushing a little, so I didn’t really have the chance to study my appearance. Jay, having just poured himself a cup of coffee, turns around, taking a sip from his mug.

“I think it is a bruise,” says Michelle, confirming it. I get up from the table and go to look in the mirror. And, just like she said, there’s a small grey bruise on my neck. In fact, there are three small bruises all in a cluster. A vision of Jay gripping my neck in the back of his car last night flashes in my head. Oh, God, he really had been rough with me.

“Yeah, looks like you’re right,” I say quietly, tugging my collar back up. “I’m always getting those mystery bruises, never know where they come from.”

“Oh, yeah?” says Michelle. There’s a twinkle in her eye that makes me wonder if she suspects I know exactly where it came from. I glance at Jay, and there’s unmistakable heat in his expression. He’s remembering, too.

I blush.

He must notice, because he comes to my rescue by focusing his attention on Michelle. “So, I hear you and Jessie have been bangin’ pocketbooks again. What’s up with that?”

I swear I almost spit out the mouthful of orange juice I just drank.

“Hahaha!” Michelle says loudly. “That’s a good one. I’m going to use that. And yeah, we have been. We’re having a little sex affair. It’s all quite exciting.”

Jay strides across the room and comes to sit down at the table with us. He takes a bite out of my half-finished bagel like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I give him a look of mock outrage, to which he gives me a cheeky wink. “A sex affair?” he asks nonchalantly. “Are you sure that’s all it is?”

Michelle’s lips tighten infinitesimally. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

He shrugs. “I just get the feeling you like her more than you care to admit.”

Michelle gives me an exasperated look. “God, Matilda, tell him. I don’t get attached. And if I were to get attached, it would be with a man. No offence to Jessie or anything.”

“Oh, so you’re just using my friend? That’s lovely. You should be very proud of yourself.”

Jay’s tone is on the verge of being pissed, but there’s something off about it. Like he’s feigning anger to get a desired result. Michelle’s posture deflates, and her eyes grow guilty.

Her voice is quiet when she replies, “No, that’s not what I’m doing. Please don’t tell Jessie I said that.”

“Why do you care if I do? You said yourself you’re not attached to her.”

“Yes, but it’s just…okay, look, you know how sometimes you have this ideal of the person you want to be with? For example, you always go for hunky metrosexuals. But then you meet a work colleague who’s sort of nerdy and doesn’t know a thing about style or looking good. You immediately dismiss this person as a romantic interest and put him in the friend zone. But then you get to know him better, and as time passes by, you start to form a crush, because his personality, or something about him, like, his inner soul or whatever, just gets to you. And then all of a sudden you find yourself developing serious feelings for this person, feelings you never expected.”

“So, Jessie’s the work nerd?” says Jay, his mouth curving into a pleased smile.

Michelle’s eyes widen, like she can’t believe she just said all that. “What? No. That’s not what I meant.”

All Jay does is raise an eyebrow, and she’s done for. Her fluster gets the better of her.

“Okay, okay, so maybe Jessie is the nerdy work colleague. Not that she’s nerdy or anything like that. But God, the girl is just so cool, and she makes me laugh so much. I’m starting to think that we don’t fall for looks or gender in the end. We fall for the person as a whole. We fall for their souls.”

Well, that was quite…deep.

I slam my cup down on the table. “You’re falling for her?”

Michelle groans and covers her face with her hands. “Jesus, how the hell am I admitting all this?” She drops her hands and points a finger at Jay. “You’re a fucking sneak. You did this. You knew I was hiding something.”

Jay sips on his coffee. “Hey, I was only making conversation. I had no idea what the deal was, thought you were just a lesbi-tourist.”

“I prefer the term ‘bi-curious,’ if you must know.”

Jay laughs into his coffee cup. “Sounds like there was a lot more than curiosity going on.”

She looks at him with annoyance for a moment before turning her tortured gaze to me. She takes my hands in hers. “Oh, God, Matilda, how the hell has this happened? I’ve spent years going out looking for men, and in the end it was a woman who got to me. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“It’s ironic, really,” says Jay, deadpan.

I give him a silencing look before turning to Michelle. “This isn’t a bad thing. In fact, it’s a great thing. To have genuine feelings for another person is wonderful. Doesn’t it feel good? It must feel good. Who cares if she’s a woman?”

I can feel Jay watching me intently as I say this, and yes, in a way I am talking about having feelings for him.

Michelle lets out a trembling sigh. “It feels like the best thing and the worst thing all at once. I don’t know what to make of it at all.”

I rub her hands in mine and turn to Jay. “You’re Jessie’s friend. Do you think she should tell her how she feels?”

“Sure. Go for it.”

Hmm, I’m not certain if that’s the best advice.

Michelle draws away, sitting up straight in her seat. “No, I’m going to wait for a while. I don’t want to rush things. Besides, I’m still trying to figure out how I feel, what’s going on with me.” She glances at her watch. “Oh, crap. Look at the time. I have to get going.”

“Okay, well, let’s meet up after work and talk some more, ’kay?”

“Yes, that sounds good,” she says, standing and leaning down to give me a peck on the cheek. “I’ll call you later.”

And with that, she’s gone. I turn my attention to Jay, who’s sitting back now and watching Ellen and Portia as they chirp at him from their cage by the window.

“Well,” I sigh. “You certainly have a talent for getting people to tell the truth. It’s a pity I don’t have that skill.”

He turns his head to face me and grips my knee, running his thumb back and forth over my tights. “You said you could wait, darlin’.”

I sniff, remembering the decision I made last night to be patient with him. “I can.”

“Well, then, stop trying to guilt-trip me. It won’t work.”

“Fine.”

His handsome eyes probe me before moving down to my neck. Reaching out, he runs his thumb over the bruise. “Sorry about this. Don’t know my own strength sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “No harm was done.”

A moment of eye contact ensues between us. I break it when I go to grab my bagel and see that it’s all gone. “Oh, my God, you ate all my breakfast,” I say, trying to hold back a grin as I push his shoulder.