Will went silently into his apartment and closed the door. He was
relieved that he still had his gayness, despite just sleeping with a woman.
Somehow he felt assured that sleeping with Karen didn't make him a bad gay
man. He took off his shoes and crept back to his bedroom. Slowly he opened
the door, afraid of waking Karen, but to his surprise she was gone.
Suddenly he felt his stomach sink, and he felt alone. Alone was a feeling
Will did not like. He could still smell her brash perfume in his room, and
closed his eyes, envisioning her. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes
and proceeded to undress and put on some boxers before slipping into bed.
Grace was lingering over a drawing, trying to figure out what had gone so wrong with her picture of Mr. Hernandez's bathroom. He would freak if he saw what she had done. In fact, she was freaking. Maybe she needed a break.
Just as she was about to turn to get coffee, the door to Grace Adler Designs slung open and in walked Karen with a silly grin on her face and her Chanel slingbacks on her feet. "Morning, Grace." She chimed, sitting down at her desk and setting her bag next to her.
"Good afternoon." Grace exclaimed, with a curious, but somehow knowing look on her face. "What did Little Ms. Walker do last night?" She teased as she sidled over to Karen's desk.
"Huh?" Karen looked up as if she were confused. "What are you talkin about?" She waved her hand as if it were nothing.
"Somebody got lucky with you, didn't they? Who was it?" Grace begged.
"Nobody. I spent the night with Jackie. I ain't getting any lovin from him, if you know what I mean." It was Karen's turn to tease.
Grace frowned. She could see the glow, so why was she denying it. "Fine, but I'm on to you, Walker." She pointed a strict finger at Karen, who glanced, uneasily around the room, avoiding Grace's eyes, as she backed away.
Just then Will sauntered in. He smiled when he saw Karen, but immediately turned his attention to Grace.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She grinned, happy to see her best friend.
"Oh, I just felt like coming to see you, sweetie." He wrapped his arms around her and they hugged.
Karen felt floored. Why was he acting like nothing had happened? She suddenly felt envious of Grace. He was paying more attention to her, than to the woman he just shacked up with and might just have his baby. Their conversation was a blur to Karen, until Will approached her.
"I need to talk to you." He smiled down at Karen. Karen gave him a sarcastic half grin and waited for him to talk. He paused and looked back at Grace, who was staring at them oddly. "Come with me." He grabbed Karen by the wrist and pulled her up, dragging her into the swatch room.
"Why'd you leave last night?" He whispered.
"Why'd you leave?" She snapped in a hushed voice.
"I'm sorry, I-I went out to-to..." He didn't feel comfortable telling her.
"To prove yourself. Will you're still gay." She sneered. "And I don't care about that. You think that you can just parade in here and expect me not to notice that you're ignoring me. Will, we're in this together. Grace has to know sometime, too." She added, hoping that Will would be the one to tell her.
"I know," He sighed, taking Karen's hands into his own, "and I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry for everything." He looked sincerely at Karen, who's face turned from mad to fare.
"It's okay, Wilma." She grinned, and Will let a smile slip. He pulled her to him and hugged her.
"So, when do you think we'll know?" Will asked as he pulled away.
"In a few weeks, I'd think. We should tell them then." Karen decided.
"Okay, we'll do that. I should probably go. Do you want to come over tonight? I can make something special." He looked hopefully at Karen.
"Sure, I hope Jackie doesn't come over."
"If he does, we'll tell him we're looking over some paper work, or something." Will suggested.
"That'll work, see you then." She looked up at Will, and he down on her. He bent down his head and kissed her. They smiled at one another and then he left the swatch room first, followed by a reddening Karen. Grace probably suspected something, but Karen didn't care. In several weeks she'd know, Jackie would know, and everything would be a bit different.
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Grace was lingering over a drawing, trying to figure out what had gone so wrong with her picture of Mr. Hernandez's bathroom. He would freak if he saw what she had done. In fact, she was freaking. Maybe she needed a break.
Just as she was about to turn to get coffee, the door to Grace Adler Designs slung open and in walked Karen with a silly grin on her face and her Chanel slingbacks on her feet. "Morning, Grace." She chimed, sitting down at her desk and setting her bag next to her.
"Good afternoon." Grace exclaimed, with a curious, but somehow knowing look on her face. "What did Little Ms. Walker do last night?" She teased as she sidled over to Karen's desk.
"Huh?" Karen looked up as if she were confused. "What are you talkin about?" She waved her hand as if it were nothing.
"Somebody got lucky with you, didn't they? Who was it?" Grace begged.
"Nobody. I spent the night with Jackie. I ain't getting any lovin from him, if you know what I mean." It was Karen's turn to tease.
Grace frowned. She could see the glow, so why was she denying it. "Fine, but I'm on to you, Walker." She pointed a strict finger at Karen, who glanced, uneasily around the room, avoiding Grace's eyes, as she backed away.
Just then Will sauntered in. He smiled when he saw Karen, but immediately turned his attention to Grace.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She grinned, happy to see her best friend.
"Oh, I just felt like coming to see you, sweetie." He wrapped his arms around her and they hugged.
Karen felt floored. Why was he acting like nothing had happened? She suddenly felt envious of Grace. He was paying more attention to her, than to the woman he just shacked up with and might just have his baby. Their conversation was a blur to Karen, until Will approached her.
"I need to talk to you." He smiled down at Karen. Karen gave him a sarcastic half grin and waited for him to talk. He paused and looked back at Grace, who was staring at them oddly. "Come with me." He grabbed Karen by the wrist and pulled her up, dragging her into the swatch room.
"Why'd you leave last night?" He whispered.
"Why'd you leave?" She snapped in a hushed voice.
"I'm sorry, I-I went out to-to..." He didn't feel comfortable telling her.
"To prove yourself. Will you're still gay." She sneered. "And I don't care about that. You think that you can just parade in here and expect me not to notice that you're ignoring me. Will, we're in this together. Grace has to know sometime, too." She added, hoping that Will would be the one to tell her.
"I know," He sighed, taking Karen's hands into his own, "and I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry for everything." He looked sincerely at Karen, who's face turned from mad to fare.
"It's okay, Wilma." She grinned, and Will let a smile slip. He pulled her to him and hugged her.
"So, when do you think we'll know?" Will asked as he pulled away.
"In a few weeks, I'd think. We should tell them then." Karen decided.
"Okay, we'll do that. I should probably go. Do you want to come over tonight? I can make something special." He looked hopefully at Karen.
"Sure, I hope Jackie doesn't come over."
"If he does, we'll tell him we're looking over some paper work, or something." Will suggested.
"That'll work, see you then." She looked up at Will, and he down on her. He bent down his head and kissed her. They smiled at one another and then he left the swatch room first, followed by a reddening Karen. Grace probably suspected something, but Karen didn't care. In several weeks she'd know, Jackie would know, and everything would be a bit different.
TBC...por favor review!