Riley:
"So how was your day?"
"Long and tiring. My tire popped on my way home from work so I had to call for roadside help and they took 2 hours. Had I known it was going to take so long, I would have called Tony or my brother."
"I'm sorry maybe you should go take a bath and relax" Maybe I can join you and we can make sweet love. Or I should just get over you like I said I would.
" 'Riley are you home?' " Shit I haven't told her about Dayanara. "Yea Daya on the terrace. Hey Katey give me a second."
"Sure."
I covered the phone hoping to not let Katey hear.
'Hey I just have to finish with my friend on the phone and I will be right back for dinner, okay?'
'Okay don't be long the food's gonna get cold. Can I get a hello kiss?' I gave her exactly what she wanted, a simple kiss that I sometimes forgot about. It was just a simple kiss with our lips parted enough to be sensual.
'Better.'
'Mmhmm hurry back.'
"Sorry, I'm back."
"It's ok. Why don't we talk some other time when you don't have company, I don't want to keep you." It wasn't even jealousy, truthfully, it just sounded like sadness.
"Yea for sure how about tomorrow before church." I tried to play it off being cheerful.
"Ri?" No just let it go don't ask.
"Yeah?"
"Is that your girlfriend?" Why does it matter we're only friends right. You have no right to ask.
"She's a girl that is a friend that I am seeing." Well that was clear and concise. Take the bait, I have moved on and you should too. " 'Food's ready.' "
"Oh, um...what's her name?"
"Dayanara." The phone went silent. I hope she can forgive me.
"I should let you go Ri." In so many ways my love.
"I'll call you tomorrow. Have a good night."
My love please move forward and forget about us.
"Thanks you too."
After six months of pretending that we were just friends, all my emotions just came crashing in on me. She's hurting and I know it. But she had her chance, now I have to move forward.
Daya and I are just friends who have been hanging out for the past 2 months. She's a nurse I met 2 months ago when I almost chopped of my finger cooking. I was daydreaming about Katey, when I almost sliced of my index finger.
She was working in the ER at New York-Presbyterian Hospital, which is 3 blocks from my pent-house. I live in Washington Heights, some people call it sketchy but I grew up around cholos (hispanic gangsters) in LA, I could care less, I can take care of myself. Since I moved in 10 months ago I haven't had any trouble. I think it's actually getting better.
This place is perfect for me since I love the outdoors. Growing up in LA, I was used to having a backyard and a front yard. Here, I actually have two outdoor terraces and my own roof where I can BBQ and enjoy the view of the city and the Hudson. All the kitchen appliances are new and stainless steel, my favorite. I also have a jacuzzi in the master bath, as close as I'm gonna get to the beach for now with my busy schedule. Only reason I was so willing to move in was because the whole building was just recently built and has all new amenities, most importantly state-of-the-art security.
The ER wasn't too busy that night and I went right in. I had been in a muscle shirt when I cut myself, so I just threw on a coat. She asked me to take it off so she could have more room to work on my finger. In that moment I realized with the coldness of the ER, that I was in a tight white shirt and no bra. She laughed and asked if I always went out in wife beaters. I was slightly embarrassed but she was so easy to talk to.
She was actually the one who asked me out and I had no reason to say no. She was sexy, even in her medical scrubs. She had long dark brown hair, light green eyes and a Puerto rican booty, on a petite frame. Since then we've seen each other about once a week considering our busy schedules. She knows about Katey because I have pictures around my place from my birthday. But what she doesn't know is that I'm hopelessly in love with her. I kept that to myself since it may be a signal to run away.
Tonight she had the night off and we're supposed to watch a movie and have dinner. Although I forgot to get the movie, so pay-per-view it is. We settled on From Paris with Love.
"Was that Katey?"
"Yea." I know she's been dying to ask me about her. She knows we're the "best of friends" since we talk everyday.
"So I'm a friend that you are seeing?" Damn I guess she heard. We have yet to define ourselves. We haven't gotten physical, you know sex. Not for the lack of interest, but I don't want to rush into anything. She's very honest about how she feels, that's what attracted me to her.
"Um yea, I don't know what we are. She asked if you were my girlfriend but I don't know if you want that." She turned to face me on the couch. I had my head down. Honestly I wasn't ready for commitment, not that I'm a player but I guess it's guilt. The guilt from being in love with someone else.
"What do you want from this?"
"I like spending time with you." She lifted my chin so she could look into my eyes.
"I like spending time with you too."
"But with you and I both going to school and working, it's hard for us to even find time to spend with each other." She's going to med school.