Never Too Late
As I walked into the bathroom, I wondered what in the world I had missed. The look on Blair’s face was that of a jealous person, but why would Blair be jealous? It isn’t like we’re dating and I’m not dating Samantha either. She’s a good friend’s daughter and she had too much to drink last night, so I offered her the sofa. I didn’t sleep with her. Wait a minute, why would Blair care if I slept with her? Does Blair have feelings for me? Hot damn.
I looked down and realized why he might have gotten that impression. I was standing here with no shirt on and loose fitting sweats, looking a lot more comfortable than I should be. I have a fine case of bed-head going that would make him think something was going on too. And let’s not forget that Samantha was sleeping in one of my long t-shirts with her own case of bed-head. Yes, Ellison, you need to talk to him and talk to him soon.
I remembered I had to piss and took care of that and then got busy shaving and the rest of my routine.
There was a knock at the door and I heard Samantha say, “Jim, are you almost done. I need to get ready for work.”
“I’ll be right out.” I called out and at that moment I heard the loft door close and latch and knew Blair was already gone. Damn it, I’ve got to fix this and fix it soon.
I walked out of the bathroom smiling and feeling better than I had in years and Samantha asked, “So, you didn’t know?”
“No, I’m an idiot.”
“It’s not too late, take care of it today and I wish you both the best.” She then walked into the bathroom and Jim went upstairs to get ready for his day.
Things weren’t right, but they were going to be if it killed both of them. When it came to Sandburg, it would never be too late.