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“Do you want to hear what happened or not?” Mel folded her arms across her chest.

“I’m sorry. Please tell me the rest of the story,” Brianna said penitently.

“I asked her if we could call a truce and she agreed. She went back to her friends and we parted ways.”

“Is that the story? Like the whole story?” Brianna asked.

“No, of course not,” Mel said.

“Good because that would have been a little bit of a let down,” Brianna admitted.

“Fast forward to the end of my shift. I’m driving home and it’s raining like crazy. I pull into the subdivision and who do I see outside in the pouring rain yelling?”

“My guess is Willow,” Brianna offered.

“Yeah. It’s Willow. Her dog had gotten out of his fence and she was trying to find him. So I offered to drive her around.”

“That was nice of you. All things considered.”

“We drive around and we find her dog. I give her a ride back to her place, and she asks me to come in for dinner.”

“Interesting,” Brianna smiled.

“We make dinner and I can feel her eyes on me. I put my plate and my glass down and when I turn around she kisses me.”

“She what? The woman who has been screaming since she met you, started kissing you?”

“Yes. And to be fair I kissed her back,” Mel explained. Brianna rubbed her face with her hands.

“We ended up in the bedroom, doing bedroom things…”

“Bedroom things? Are we kids? You two had sex,” Brianna laughed.

“Fine. We had sex.” Mel could feel her cheeks reddening to a deep shade of crimson.

“No need to be embarrassed. You’re both consenting adults. Was it good sex?”

“It might have been the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Mel admitted.

“Wow. I didn’t think Willow had it in her.”

“She was surprisingly passionate,” Mel laughed.

“Well, I’m glad you had a good time,” Brianna offered, with a note of confusion. Mel could tell she was waiting for the ending of the story.

“We finished our dinner. I think I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and confused by the entire encounter. I asked her what it meant for us going forward. I wasn’t looking to start anything up. I just wanted some confirmation that we weren’t going to be at each other’s throats anymore.”

“Makes sense. What did Willow say?”

“She said it didn’t have to mean anything,” Mel said, frustration slipping back into her voice.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly! What am I supposed to do with that?”

“What did you say to her?”

“Not much after that. I sort of awkwardly left,” Mel admitted.