Even though there only three of them, the boys made a huge racket downstairs. My son had invited over two soccer buddies after their afternoon match and they’re stayed for dinner and movie.
A bottle of wine into the evening and mindlessly watching their lean muscles, my body was missing my husband way more than my mind. He was away on business trip for the week and had left some unfinished business at home: me.
I’d got tired of being alone and sat down to watch their movie with them. They’d gotten oddly quiet and awkward. When a scene shifted to a girl getting topless and straddling one of the main characters, I got up and started walking toward the kitchen.
“Well that’s awkward.” I said to break the silence.
“It doesn’t have to be.” I heard a low voice call after me.
I stopped in the doorway and turn back. I could feel the wine threatening to help me say something I might regret. “Are you gonna make it less awkward? I could make that pretty hard.”
I smiled into the room, not knowing who had spoken and continued into the kitchen to hear him rummble again, “That’s not all you could make hard.”