I proceeded into the kitchen, not sure whether I wanted to see Summer there or not since that's where our night started out. It was just a drunken mistake, right? Maybe we can just forget about it and move on. It was only meaningless sex. At least, I hope it was. I never wanted to hurt anybody, least of all Ryan. It took me a long time to finally get with him and there I was, standing in the vicinity of the kitchen, watching Summer drink her coffee, thinking about that night and how hot she was as she was laying under me while I softly kissed her neck and rubbed her nether regions slowly.
It was time to snap out of it, I know. I was in love with Ryan for god sakes. I forced a smile as I approached the kitchen table and sat down at the other end of it.
"Hey Summer," I greeted casually as I twisted my hair with my finger. What was I doing? I quickly stopped and just looked at the newspaper in front of me and picked it up and started flicking through some random pages. Biting my bottom lip, I just quickly glanced at her. "Good coffee?"
Okay, so maybe I was trying to attempt small talk, but Summer and I couldn't avoid each other forever. We live in the same house. Summer looked at me and nodded before taking another sip.
"The best." she replied awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact.
Why was I the one being mature about this? At least I was woman enough to face this situation head on. Well, it took me a couple days, but I want to talk this through. Pursing my lips together I nodded back.
"I might make some myself actually," I said as I got out of the chair and headed to the kitchen cupboard to get a cup to put the coffee in before I poured some fresh coffee into it. This wasn't working. I can see that now. Summer could barely look at me and I could barely even look at her. Holding the cup close to my face getting ready to take a sip, I quickly glanced at her and turned away quickly. "So, how's Seth?"
I realise now that may have not been the best question to ask, but hopefully she didn't divulge anything about our night together to him. Of course, she wouldn't. She wouldn't ruin her relationship with him like that. I looked at her for the third time that morning and she looked up at me. I could still see that things weren't normal between us, but how could they be? I just wish we could talk and hopefully this was the first step.
"Cohen's fine," she responded with a nod. "We're fine." she added emphasising the 'we're.'
Who did she think I was? I wasn't thinking about their relationship status. It was good for them if they were fine, but she didn't need to make a point about it. Least of all to me.
"How's Ryan?" she finally asked sincerely, getting me out the trance I had found myself in.
I smiled when she asked that. We were finally getting somewhere. I walked to the table and sat in the chair next to hers, making sure not to be too close.
"He's great," I responded. "We're actually meeting for lunch at the diner this afternoon."
Summer seemed happy about that. I didn't see a smile, but she seemed to look at me for a little longer and it didn't seem to be that bad.
After a few moments of more silence and exchanges of glances here and there, I actually cracked under this pressure. We had to have this out. Right now.
"Summer," I said in a serious tone. "We need to talk. About what happened between us."