“I have one,” I announce, pulling out of his embrace. Nick watches, lounging back on the bed, one arm behind his head as I slide out his embrace and return with my Advent calendar, wiggling it in the air like a magician displaying their next trick before I punch through the door marked Dickmas. Retrieving the condom, I hold it up between two fingers with a look of triumph.
“Ta da!” I announce when Nick simply stares at me.
“Did you just procure a condom from an Advent Calendar?” he asks, his voice a little incredulous.
“Maybe?” I offer in response. “That’s not really important right now, is it?”
“Sweet Pillsbury Doughboy, this is my idea of porn. Keller James sitting before me, praising my baking. If my bakery plan falls apart I know what my next venture will be. Bakery porn. It’ll be nothing but attractive men eating my cookies. The camera will zoom in as their tongues flicker over their lips, sweeping up every last morsel. They’ll probably be shirtless too. I bet I can get subscribers to pay at least four ninety-nine a month for such a service.”
I had Random.org select a page and it selected: page 227.
I see a square-jawed woman with shoulder-length blonde hair in waves and cool blue eyes. I know she wants to reach out to me, but my rejection is stopping her. I realize with shock that Mama is actually starting to be afraid of me. The loving, laughing girl she brought up for twelve years is becoming a stranger. And there’s nothing I can do to stop this now. It’s as if I need to disconnect in order to prepare for my new life.