Author: RejectReality, Source: LushStories
Straight to voicemail. Jason ended the call without leaving a message and sighed. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, he silently chided himself. Of course, he couldn’t have known that Sheila would react the way she did. He never would have guessed that revealing his shaving kink would freak her out. Obviously, it had. The look on her face had spoken louder than words. He’d told her to forget he brought it up, and she said it was fine, but then said she wasn’t feeling well and went home not long after. She hadn’t answered a text or phone call since. Alternately mad at her and himself, he’d tossed and turned all night, and then spent most of the morning pacing through the apartment. His phone rang, and he looked to see it was Sheila. Nervously, he answered, “Hello.” “Hi.” After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he asked, “Are you okay?” “I... I don’t know.” “I’m sorry. Just forget I ever brought it up,” he apologized. “I can’t. I just... I never thought you would... It’s just so weird.” “It’s not important. It’s just a silly fantasy. It’s not like it’s something I need.” She sighed, and after a pause, said, “I’m sorry I haven’t been answering. I need some time.” “Are you breaking up with me?” he asked. “No. Of course not. I’ll text you, okay?” “Sheila...” “I’m sorry. I just can’t even right now.” “Okay. I...” he trailed off before finishing with love you because the line went dead. He looked at the display in disbelief and muttered, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He tossed his phone on the couch in irritation. It only got worse a couple of hours later. He hadn’t been out or spoken to anyone about the whole affair, but text messages and phone calls from his friends checking in on him confirmed that word had gotten out. Nobody had yet mentioned what had started the whole thing, but then again, he doubted any of them would be callous enough to do so if they had heard. At least word that he didn’t want to talk about it spread just as quickly, and people left him alone. By the time evening rolled around, he was too emotionally exhausted to be anxious or angry, and ended up sitting on the couch in the dark, half-listening to music. A knock on the door broke his reverie. He remained on the couch, afraid it was another friend coming over to check on him. Even worse, it could be Sheila. He was in no frame of mind to make up with her after she’d aired their dirty laundry to at least one person with a big mouth. He needed a little time. At least a chance to try to sleep on it. A second knock sounded, and he reluctantly got up. The music playing made it fairly obvious he was home. No matter who was at the door, not answering it was probably going to make it worse. When he opened the door, his brow furrowed, because it was nobody he expected. It was Sheila’s younger sister, Jamie. “So, my sister’s being a real bitch, huh?” Jamie said by way of greeting. He stood staring, wondering why she was there. It was unlikely Sheila had sent her, because the siblings didn’t get ...