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at me, his face lit by moving streetlights. “Lexie.”
    “Jacob.”
    “Lexie, why do you have to act so hot and cold? I mean, I come over to take you out, invite you into my life, and you barely say three words to me before you've got my cock in your hands.”
    “That's funny. I don't remember you complaining.”
    “I'm not. I mean, I haven't been. Maybe I am now.”
    “So … you don't want me to enjoy your body? You don't want me to wear fancy underwear for you?”
    “Stop twisting my words. Damn women, always twisting words.”
    I put my face in my hands and willed myself to do a mood reset. I can handle this , I told myself.
    “I'm sorry,” I said, and I meant it. “Let's start fresh, right now. Tell me what level you'd like us to take this to. Let's talk.”
    He shifted in his seat, opening his mouth a few times, but not saying anything. He seemed to be rehearsing something in his head.
    Finally, he said, “I want what my brother has. I'll have to sell this little car, I know that. There's barely a backseat, let alone space for a carseat and all the other stuff.”
    I sat silently, my eyes bulging wide open, waiting for him to laugh, to say he was joking. But he didn't.
    Calmly, I repeated back to him what I thought he meant. “You want to get married, move to the suburbs, and have a bunch of kids?”
    “Yeah. Don't you?”
    I practically shouted, saying “No!”
    He put on the signal light and pulled the car into the right-hand lane and then into an empty parking lot near a big box store. He killed the engine and turned to me. “What do you want?”
    “I don't know.” I crossed my arms and uncrossed them. My throat hurt, the front of it being especially tight. “I might want the house and the kids … someday. Probably. But not right now. Don't you want to date for a while, see how it goes?”
    “We've been dating,” he said. “I've already seen how it goes.”
    “Jacob, you're an amazing guy—”
    “But! But-but. Please don't say it, Lexie. Don't say but .”
    Softly, I said, “You are amazing, though.”
    He started the engine again, but didn't start driving yet. “Can I ask you a question, and you'll answer completely honestly?”
    “Sure,” I said, ready to come clean about Indonesia and who I was with.
    “Did you buy that fancy underwear specifically for me?”
    “No.”
    He laughed, softly first, but then louder. “So this whole thing is just a cosmic misunderstanding.”
    “You mean life? Yeah, I'd say life is one giant cosmic misunderstanding.”
    He reached over and patted my leg. “You're a good one. If you do get ready to settle down, will you look me up?”
    “Oh, Jacob. This isn't the end.”
    “I think it is,” he said, and he drove out of the parking lot.

    When we got to my condo, he wanted to walk me to my door. He held my hand and said, “I wish when we'd had sex, I'd known it would be our last time.”
    I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. “It was perfect. It was really special.”
    Huskily, he said into my ear. “Are you sure? Because I think I could do it better.”
    I laughed and pushed him away, although my pussy didn't want me too. My whole body trembled with excitement. I stared up at Jacob's brown eyes, and I considered taking him up to my place and giving him something to remember, but my mouth said, “Goodbye.”
    He kissed me, and he left.
    As I walked into the lobby of my building, I glanced behind me to the street, but Jacob had already gone, disappearing into the night.

3: The Mentor
    I spent the weekend feeling sorry for myself. On Saturday morning, I pulled everything out of my kitchen cupboards in order to give them a good scrubbing inside. By Sunday night, my canned goods and dishes were still spread out everywhere, and I hadn't washed anything. The up-side of this was it made preparing food easier. Craving candy, I ate a jar of cake decorations.
    On Monday morning, I had an organizing job. I put on my little Bitch Boots, which I