Carly’s birthday was on Thursday and Preston’s was Saturday so they had a combined birthday dinner on Friday evening. They rented out a room at a sushi place in Lincoln Park for all of our friends. I don’t know why it didn’t cross my mind that Brady would be there. Maybe I just thought since I’m avoiding him everyone should be.
Preston came to my apartment early to get ready and I wore a chambray shirt dress, fringe booties, and lots of jewelry obviously. Preston and I made plans to come back and change after dinner then go to Boystown.
Carly met us at my apartment so we could Uber to the restaurant. We asked my new doorman to take pictures of us and he seemed kind of annoyed, but he better get used to it. We also took some selfies in the car.
When we were walking into the restaurant, Carly walked up close to me and said, “Brady is going to be here. I forgot to tell you. Are you okay with that?”
I stopped suddenly, but quickly recovered. Seriously? She couldn’t tell me something that important sooner? I wasn’t prepared physically or emotionally to see Brady. I planned on looking blindingly hot the first time I saw Brady since he broke up with me and I was wearing a fucking shirt dress. My hair wasn’t even curled. I hadn’t thought about him in a week (okay, a day)!
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said breezily before speeding up and practically running to the bar at the front of the restaurant. I needed to drink.
I ordered three raspberry Long Islands for us and immediately started chugging mine. I wanted to get another one to take to the table with me, but I didn’t want to use alcohol as a crutch. I was going to face Brady like a champ, sober.
When we got back to the room they reserved, Kendra and John were already there along with some of Preston and Carly’s friends so there was a pretty good turn out. I didn’t see Brady right away, but I also didn’t look around for him. I followed Preston to meet his friends (Preston is the kind of person who has a new best friend every week, but I’ve stuck around this long).
After planning our trip to Boystown later, I heard Carly say something like, “Oh, my boo is here,” and someone else say, “Hey Chris!”
I assumed that meant Brady had arrived also so suddenly I was really interested in what Preston’s friend, Julia, had to say. I actually can’t stand Julia. She’s one of those people who tells stories just to get a reaction. Like, “My dad works in the entertainment industry so he brought me home John Mayer’s guitar pick once.”
Cool, Julia. I’m so glad you told me that.
I had to pretend to be interested though and kept nodding and said, “Oh yeah, totes.”
Finally, after what felt like years of trying to avoid looking around the room, I glanced up. Carly and Chris were in a corner with Kendra, John and Brady. His back was to me and suddenly I felt like I was going to cry. Why would Carly invite him without asking me first? My arm pits started to sweat and I considered making a run for it and skipping the dinner all together.
I told Preston I was going to the restroom so I could make sure I looked okay. I sent Kendra a text while I was in there.
“I can’t fucking believe he’s here and Carly didn’t tell me beforehand.”
She didn’t respond as quickly as I wanted so I added, “I’m seriously about to go home.”
Finally she said, “Just say hi and be nice. You’re making it a big deal.”
Rude. I touched up my lipstick and brushed my hair before finally going back out there to avoid Brady for the entire dinner. I found Preston and proceeded to complain to him about Carly. He listened for a moment before glancing over my shoulder and saying, “I’ll be right back, lover.”
I was confused and turned around to find Brady walking toward me. Oh, fuck.
“Hey stranger,” he said, stopping so there was a chair between us.
Hey fucking stranger. That’s all he had to say? I guess I give him credit for even having the balls to come up to me, but he couldn’t think of anything better to say after a month and a half of not talking?
“Oh hey,” I heard myself say.
“How’ve you been?”
I noticed that Brady had a hand gripping the side of the table, almost nervously. He smelled so fucking good and he looked really good too obviously. He looked exactly the same. I feel like I looked a little different – I’m going to the gym regularly now and I think you can see it in my face and I parted my hair differently that night.
“Um, wonderful. No complaints,” I said.
Brady smirked like he thought it was a lie. For some reason it really annoyed me and I suddenly wanted to remind him who he was dealing with.
“What about you? Love the shirt. Is it new? It seems a little daring for you.”
I hoped he caught on to my subtle shade. His shirt was actually typical Brady – short sleeved slim fit button down, but in a light purple, teal and white checked pattern. Probably from J. Crew’s spring collection. He looked really adorable.
Brady looked down at himself and back at me then kind of laughed. “Thank you. I picked it out myself. Glad you like it.”
Wait. Was he flirting with me? In his subtle Brady kind of way? I raised my eyebrows at him and he shrugged sheepishly.
“But yeah, I’m doing well-”
I cut him off. “Working lots as usual?”
He stuck his hands in his pockets and I secretly hoped I was making him regret his entire existence.
“Yep. Working a ton. You as well?”
I nodded. “Mmhm. And I just moved into a new apartment. It’s really nice, I love it so much.”
Brady’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
I definitely wanted him to know that I was just fine even though I didn’t move in with him, but I also wanted to invite him over and fuck him in front of my huge windows.
“Yeah. Best decision ever,” I smiled.
Brady smiled back and I almost considered seeing what he was doing after dinner.
“Well, I’m glad you’re doing well,” he said. “We…don’t have to be strangers, you know.”
Excuse me? What was he getting at?
“Uh, okay,” I said.
“It was good seeing you,” Brady said and then he turned to walk away.
That was it. We didn’t talk to each other for the rest of dinner or say goodbye. I wasn’t really in the mood for Boystown after dinner, but Preston wouldn’t let me back out. I only lasted one drink before I started complaining and whining and being really annoying to be around. Preston gave me the go ahead to go home.
On Saturday evening I hung out with Kendra and John at their apartment. I really wanted to talk to Kendra about what happened with Brady so I waited until John went into the kitchen to start talking.
“He said, ‘We don’t have to be strangers,'” I recalled. “Which means he wants to talk? Like as friends?”
“Why don’t you call and ask him?” Kendra replied.
“No! He needs to call me, he’s the one who said it!”
John must have been lurking around a corner because he came back just then and offered his own opinion.
“Why does it matter who calls who? You both want to talk to each other so just fucking do it.”
“Because it’s his fault we are in this situation anyway. He needs to call me,” I pouted.
“With that attitude, no wonder you are where you are,” John said.
I rolled my eyes.
“Has Brady said anything to you about me?” I asked.
John shrugged in the way that I imagine he did when Kendra confronted him about the condom receipt (when he cheated on her).
“He has? What did he say?” I demanded.
“I think Brady just liked to pick John’s brain about sustaining a long term relationship. Not recently,” Kendra explained.
“Reese, you may not know this, but you’re kind of a tough nut to crack,” John said.
“I am not!” I exclaimed.
Kendra and John looked at each other.
I let them know how annoying I think they are then went home soon after to get ready to go out with Preston. We were going back to Boystown and I needed to make up for how lame I was on Friday night.. So I danced for two hours straight. Literally my cardio for the day. If you ever need a fun workout, I recommend going dancing at a gay club. So much fun.
I spent Sunday finishing unpacking and cleaning then got lunch/dinner with one of my former coworkers. I came home and went to the gym in my apartment (haven’t met any hot guys there yet). Then I curled up on my couch with my laptop and a glass of wine to do some work.
I was really, really surprised when I checked my phone later that night and I had a new text from Brady. My heart started racing and I immediately put my phone down so I could mentally prepare myself for what it said. Plus – I don’t have my read receipts on or anything – but I didn’t want to open it right away.
A few minutes later, I picked my phone back up and opened the text message.
“Hey, how’s your day going?” it said.
It took me fifteen minutes to think up a response.
I didn’t know where the conversation was going, but I desperately wanted it to last all night. Our last text message was exchanged on February 18th and it felt ridiculously nice to be texting him.
“Good. I’m at the Cubs game and it looks like it’s going to be a shutout.”
There were still typing bubbles when I read this one so I waited.
“It was really nice seeing you on Friday. I hope you don’t hate me.”
I stared at my phone for five minutes trying to think of what to say. Finally I decided on, “I don’t hate you.”
“I’m an idiot. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. Yep, definitely an idiot. Before I could respond, he sent another.
“I know you don’t care, but I really miss you.”
Whoa. That’s when I realized he’d been drinking. Brady wasn’t going to say all this to me sober, even if it was via text message.
“Yes. You are an idiot,” I said. I held my breath as I sent another one. “And I do care that you miss me. I miss you too.”
He didn’t say anything for fifteen minutes and I was standing up pacing around my living room. Shit. He was probably pissed at me for calling him an idiot.
But then Brady said, “The game just ended. Do you think we could meet up and talk?”
“Sure. Do you want to come over and see my new place?”
Brady said yes so I typed in my address then jumped in the shower. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I definitely wanted to fulfill my dream of looking hot to show him what he’s missing. I put on a tight tank top with no bra and lace trimmed shorts.
Brady texted me after a while saying, “I think I’m outside your building,” so I ran down to get him. Sure enough, I found him standing out front. His hands were shoved in his pockets because it had gotten chilly and he was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He looked so, so good and I just wanted to warm his cute ass up.
“Hi,” I said, letting him in.
“Hey,” Brady said, smiling nervously.
We were silent as we waited for the elevator then when we were on our way up to my apartment, I asked, “How was the game?”
“It was okay. It looks like it might be a long season for the Cubs,” he said. I could tell he was trying really hard not to look at my chest so he was staring intently at my face. His eyelids were low and his nose was a little red and it was so adorable.
I looked away. I don’t know what he meant by long season or whatever so I was just like, “Yeah.”
We got up to my apartment and I let us in. It never gets old walking into my gorgeous apartment.
“Do you want a tour?” I asked, bragging.
I took him around the apartment, showing him the kitchen, my office, bathroom, living room and finally my bedroom. We stared out the huge window for a moment then Brady said, “This is such a great place for you. It fits you perfectly.”
“I know,” I said excitedly. “I’m so happy I moved here.”
Brady sat down on the end of my bed and I followed him. Okay. Time to talk. Does anyone else touch their hair a lot when they get nervous? I do. I was running my hand through my hair and I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was probably pushing my boobs out and looked like I was trying to seduce him. I wasn’t.
Brady said, “So,” and before either of us could start talking he kissed me.
I don’t know if I was expecting it or what, but I kissed him back without hesitation. He groaned into my mouth and I took in his familiar scent and taste. Hastily, he pushed me back on the bed and hiked up my shirt up. I yanked his t-shirt over his head and started sucking his neck. Had to give him a hickey for old times sake, right?
“Oh God, Reese,” he moaned and leaned down so he could suck on my boobs. He made his way down my torso and stopped at the top of my waistband. Then Brady inched my shorts down and pulled them off.
It was all happening really fast, like Brady was afraid I would stop him if I had time to think about it. I would never stop him. It felt too good.
The next thing that happened is one of those moments that is going to replay in my head over and over. Brady stood up in front of me and pulled his pants down so his penis sprung out. His penis is so fucking perfect. He grabbed it with his hand and started, like stroking it before taking a step toward me and pushing it inside me. I don’t know why or if it makes me a pervert, but that turned me on so much.
Brady lightly kissed my neck while thrusting in and out then he started talking to me.
“I miss you so much. I miss this,” he said.
“Mmmhm, me too,” I said back.
“Really? You miss me?”
“You don’t act like it,” Brady said.
“I do. I miss you,” I breathed.
A couple of minutes later, Brady said, “I love you.”
“I love you,” I said back and he moaned my name as he came.
He climbed off me after he caught his breath and then he pulled me next to him on the bed so we were laying side my side. A few minutes went by then Brady turned to me.
“Do you mean that?” he asked.
“Mean what?” I knew what he meant, but I wanted to make sure.
“You love me? Are you just saying that?” Brady was looking at me closely.
“No, I really do,” I heard myself say. “Seriously.”
“I messed up. I’m sorry. I deserve for you to hate me.”
“I could never hate you,” I said even though I did for like a week. I kissed his cheek then turned so he was spooning me.
We fell asleep almost immediately and I was literally so happy. I didn’t know what any of it meant, but just being with Brady and snuggling with him was exactly what I wanted. It just felt right.
Something woke me up this morning and I opened my eyes to see Brady quietly putting his shoes on at the side of my bed. It was still dark out so it had to have been really early. I watched him for a moment and he must have felt me staring because he turned around and looked at me. He seemed startled.
“Hey,” Brady said quietly, standing up. “I have to get to work.”
He picked up his phone and wallet and paced a bit before saying, “I’ll see you later, Reese.”
“Bye,” I croaked in my sleepy voice. I watched him walk out of my room and listened to him let himself out the front.
I laid there for a couple of hours just recapping what happened and what we said. I’m so fucking confused. Did Brady bootycall me? Or was it my own fault for inviting him over? I haven’t heard from him since he left, but we definitely need to discuss what happened. He can’t just come over and tell me he loves me and stuff without wanting something to come of it. Right? I mean, I don’t know if I even want anything either. Actually that’s a lie. I would probably marry him tomorrow if he asked me. I just hope last night wasn’t a mistake.