Roz
ROZ walked into Hannah’s house a few nights later, dropping her blazer and wallet onto the bench by the front door.
“Hey!” she called out, stepping into the modest living room. The TV was on, but Hannah was nowhere to be seen.
“In here!” Hannah called from around the corner.
Hannah was in the kitchen at the island counter, making dinner. Even though she lived alone, she was always cooking something.
“You here for dinner?”
Roz shook her head “Nah, I’m headed home to have empanadas.” Her mom and grandma were probably in the process of making them as she spoke. She loved being able to still have home-cooked dinners with her family. On nights she didn’t work late she would often be in the kitchen, helping and sampling.
“Yummy. I’m making chicken soup.” Hannah cut up carrots, celery, and onions and threw them into a large stock pot on the stove.
“You’re making enough to last a month.” Roz laughed, snatching up a baby carrot and biting into it.
“Exactly.” Hannah smiled, stirring it all together with a big wooden spoon. It smelled heavenly. “I’m making extra for the new neighbor a few houses down. She’s a single mom with a couple of kids.” Hannah shrugged nonchalantly. “I thought it would be nice to welcome her to the neighborhood.”
Roz arched an eyebrow. “Is that all? Are you sure you don’t have ulterior motives?”
Hannah shrugged again, a light blush staining her cheeks. “Whatever.” She turned her gaze on Roz. “What’d you do with the rest of your Saturday? Did you go straight home or…?”
Roz laughed, letting Hannah off the hook. “I came home. Had some company over.”
“Don’t play coy with me.” Hannah pointed a carrot at her. “And?”
“And…I had Patrick come over where I greeted him half-naked and rode him all night long.” Her butterflies danced again.
Hannah half screamed before slapping her hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God! Really?” Roz nodded and smirked. “Tell me everything!”
“I just did.”
“Oh, stop it. I want details, woman! How was it? Was it amazing?” Hannah rambled off, her eyes twinkling.
Roz laughed. “It was something else, that’s for sure.”
“What does that mean?” Hannah’s brows furrowed. “Was it not good? Did he come too quick?” She had a sympathetic tone to her voice now.
Roz shook her head. “No, quite the opposite. It was possibly the best sex of my life.”
Was that right? She hadn’t really thought about it in terms like that until now but saying it out loud she knew it was true. It had never been like that with any other guy—ever. Not that she had been having bad sex her whole life but the night with Patrick had been something else, something she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.
“Wait! What?” Hannah’s eyes were wide open again.
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s because I was buzzing pretty good, I mean, anything would have felt good then, right?” Roz mused, trying to convince herself. “Plus, I was wanting something new and he was…something new.” Yeah, that made sense. She was sure she remembered it wrong anyway. She had been drinking and horny. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give him the credit of best sex, yet. “It was a drunken one-night stand, and that’s it.” She sliced her hands through the air. “I haven’t seen or heard from him since Saturday morning anyway.”
Hannah’s eyebrows shot up. “He spent the night?”
“By the time we passed out I’m sure it was already morning. I got called into work so I left before he woke up.”
“You mean you snuck out like a chicken.” Roz ducked her head a little in mock shame at Hannah successfully calling her out. “Sounds like more than a one-night stand. You called it the best sex of your life and he spent the night. Maybe you should test it out.” Hannah shrugged.
“Test what out?”
“If it was just one really good night or if it was more. Hook up again, a little soberer this time and see if it was a fluke or not.”
Maybe that wasn’t the worst idea. She wouldn’t mind hooking up again with him that was for sure. Did she really want to see if it was a fluke or not, though?
Did she want this to go further?
What if it was not as good as she remembered and then the memory was tainted?
Hannah waved a hand in front of her face. “Don’t overthink it, just go have great sex.”
Roz nodded, liking the idea. “What about you? How’d the rest of your Saturday night go?”
Hannah shook her head. “Nah.”
“Really? It looked so promising.”
“I agree, it did, before her ex showed up.”
Roz uttered a sympathetic groan. “Well, maybe this chicken soup will get you some sex.”
Hannah tossed a carrot at her, her face flushing again. “Just don’t leave me hanging for so long after. I want details, dammit!”
Roz laughed. “Same goes for you!”