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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
772
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Jonah dropped his keys on the table and turned on the kitchen light.
“You’re late.” Said Maria, coming in from the front room. “I was just about to call the shop.”
Jonah took half a leftover pizza out of the refrigerator, and put it in the microwave, still in the box.
“You’re gonna start a fire.” Maria said, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I’m watching it.”
“So where were you?”
“The new guy needed help with a timing belt.” Jonah took the pizza out of the microwave, sat down at the table and started eating it out of the box. He peeled the rubbery cheese off of the cardboard, and rolled into a ball between his fingers.
“What’s wrong?” Maria asked, sitting down at the table.
“Nothing, I’m just eating.”
But Maria could always tell when something was wrong. She could always tell when something was broken that they couldn’t afford to fix, or how to fix the things she couldn’t afford to lose. She searched her husband’s face, and waited. He could never go more then a few seconds before telling the truth after lying to her.
“The new guy made a pass at me.” Jonah told her flatly.
“Really? What happened?”
“He kissed me when I was taking a piss.”
Maria attempted to hide the laughter, but it escaped through her fingers. “He kissed you in the bathroom?”
“Nah, I was out behind the shop.” Jonah couldn’t help but laugh too. The story did sound funny saying it out loud, and the storm of confusion that his own mind had stirred up began to settle. If Maria had come home and told him that someone had kissed her while she was taking a piss, he would have laughed too, only difference is that Jonah would have gotten up from the table and gone out to knock the guy’s chest in or take a tire iron to his shins. That, he knew was his job. To protect Maria from a world that she had actually never needed protection from.
“Was it on the lips?” she asked.
“Nah, just on the cheek.”
“What did you do?”
“I just left, drove around for a while.” Jonah got up from the table and folded the pizza box in half. He stuffed it into the garbage can, and lit a cigarette. “Why would he do that?” he asked, sitting back down at the table.
“Because you’re a good looking guy.” She said, leaning her head against her palm, and giving him a look of affection that hadn’t faded in its honestly since she had first met him.
“But why would he think that I’d be into it?”
Maria got up from her chair, and stood behind her husband. She wrapped her arms around his chest, and rested her cheek against the top of his head. “You worry too much. I’m sure he’s just as embarrassed about it as you are.”
“You’re probably right, and besides, he knows I’m married anyway.”
“Jonah, Jonah, Jonah.”
Maria kissed the top of his head. The grease in his hair felt like Vasoline and smelled like Windex.
“You’re late.” Said Maria, coming in from the front room. “I was just about to call the shop.”
Jonah took half a leftover pizza out of the refrigerator, and put it in the microwave, still in the box.
“You’re gonna start a fire.” Maria said, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I’m watching it.”
“So where were you?”
“The new guy needed help with a timing belt.” Jonah took the pizza out of the microwave, sat down at the table and started eating it out of the box. He peeled the rubbery cheese off of the cardboard, and rolled into a ball between his fingers.
“What’s wrong?” Maria asked, sitting down at the table.
“Nothing, I’m just eating.”
But Maria could always tell when something was wrong. She could always tell when something was broken that they couldn’t afford to fix, or how to fix the things she couldn’t afford to lose. She searched her husband’s face, and waited. He could never go more then a few seconds before telling the truth after lying to her.
“The new guy made a pass at me.” Jonah told her flatly.
“Really? What happened?”
“He kissed me when I was taking a piss.”
Maria attempted to hide the laughter, but it escaped through her fingers. “He kissed you in the bathroom?”
“Nah, I was out behind the shop.” Jonah couldn’t help but laugh too. The story did sound funny saying it out loud, and the storm of confusion that his own mind had stirred up began to settle. If Maria had come home and told him that someone had kissed her while she was taking a piss, he would have laughed too, only difference is that Jonah would have gotten up from the table and gone out to knock the guy’s chest in or take a tire iron to his shins. That, he knew was his job. To protect Maria from a world that she had actually never needed protection from.
“Was it on the lips?” she asked.
“Nah, just on the cheek.”
“What did you do?”
“I just left, drove around for a while.” Jonah got up from the table and folded the pizza box in half. He stuffed it into the garbage can, and lit a cigarette. “Why would he do that?” he asked, sitting back down at the table.
“Because you’re a good looking guy.” She said, leaning her head against her palm, and giving him a look of affection that hadn’t faded in its honestly since she had first met him.
“But why would he think that I’d be into it?”
Maria got up from her chair, and stood behind her husband. She wrapped her arms around his chest, and rested her cheek against the top of his head. “You worry too much. I’m sure he’s just as embarrassed about it as you are.”
“You’re probably right, and besides, he knows I’m married anyway.”
“Jonah, Jonah, Jonah.”
Maria kissed the top of his head. The grease in his hair felt like Vasoline and smelled like Windex.