his position need: perfection. Then - ”
“I’m not perfection, and Sylvia can watch Miami kick some ass all she wants to,” Azure cut him off, entering the break room and walking across the floor uneasily. Her leg was killing her.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nick asked worriedly. “You’ve got a limp.”
“Do I?” She bent down, rubbing her knee.
“Sayer got you on the dance floor after all.” His smile was radiant. “All this time I’ve tried to get you to let go so that you can finally have some real fun, and when you do, you injure yourself.”
“It was one dance, a slow one that shouldn’t have caused this kind of damage.” She grimaced when pain shot through her knee. “I think that I must have slept on it wrong or something.”
Nick pulled out a chair, and she planted her butt. “Maybe you had those nighttime leg spasms again.” He sat next to her and gently placed her leg on his thighs, probing tenderly.
“No.” She pursed her lips. “Spasms always wake me up, and they usually only leave me sore, not aching and paining.”
“Hmmm and you’ve been taking your vitamins nightly?”
“Yeah,” she answered, swallowing hard when she glanced over at the television, “every day.” Azure had to admit that she’d been a little depressed lately, so she’d upped her B’s and took them faithfully.
“I need a smoke.” Nick looked between Azure and Sylvia. “It’s drizzling outside, but the back stoop’s pretty much covered by the overhang. We can catch a little sunshine, I think.” He gestured toward the backdoor. “Follow me out for some dangerous second-hand, hot company, and dirty conversation.”
“Score’s tied.” Sylvia waved them on. “I’m staying put.”
He pulled Azure up and wrapped a tight arm around the back of her waist, carrying most of her weight. He was so tall that her head just brushed under his chin. Nick was her closest friend. He’d helped her get her part-time position at the private detox facility a couple of months ago. It seemed as though she’d known him forever – like family, and since he only dated men, there wasn’t any pressure for her to move past a platonic relationship. In fact, they were already so comfortable with one another that she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
She must have released a sigh because he asked, “Are you worried about the future’s mess again?”
Nick planned ahead simply by saving what money he could while paying back student loans, but he didn’t give much credence to worrying and he was trying to push that particular belief system on Azure. It wasn’t an imperfect system at all, but she wasn’t there yet. “No, not really,” she answered, twisting her long, dark hair up in a haphazard knot. “It’s as if I had an extraordinarily long night, but I swear I was in bed by one a.m.”
Nick gave her a pitying look. “But what about Sayer? I don’t understand why he’d cut Saturday evening off that short,” he spoke of his roommate. “Even though his company roped him into making a last-minute appearance for that Everglades charity event, he seemed to look forward to it after you finally agreed to go on the date.”
“We, uh, decided to go as friends, remember?” She shrugged. “I had fun, but it wasn’t a date.”
“But he told me that he wanted to show you a good time. And by that glint in his eyes, he wasn’t thinking of you as merely a friend.”
She flushed, remembering that part of their evening. They sure hadn’t stayed within the lines of friendship. Before last night, it had been three long months since she felt a man’s touch, and Sayer had gained limited access under her dress. Shamefully, she’d pretty much climaxed like a rocket, lighting up the sky the second he’d shimmied in two fingers. She could masturbate all that she wanted to, but there was no comparison to a man’s hands. She wondered how she was going to face him again without blushing furiously.
He exhaled a
Paul Auster, J. M. Coetzee