Are you mad at me? Her blackberry vibrated next to her as she continued to do sit ups. She opened the text message from Will and sighed.

Why would I be mad, honey?

Because of what I said last night. You know, about making love.

Will, if you want to talk to me then get over here. I hate text messaging. She rolled her eyes and dropped her phone on the table before finishing her sit ups. Will walked through the door a few minutes later and stood behind the couch, watching her.

"What do you want, honey?" She asked in between breaths. He watched her stomach flex through her tight shirt and became unable to form words, like a typical man. She looked up at him and rolled her eyes, stopping instantly and remaining seated on the floor. "Will."

"I just wanted to make sure that we were okay."

"Of course we are, honey. Why, do you need to talk about something?" She stood and faced him. "We could go to dinner if you want."

"Would you move back in with me?"

"Isn't that kind of like taking a step backwards, honey?" She walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"Not necessarily."

"Look, honey, I appreciate it, but if you're only looking for a new Grace then you'd better look further. I'm not going to be anybody's fag hag." She took a long drink of her beer before making eye contact with him. His eyes seemed slightly angry and she knew that she had crossed some sort of line. She knew how much he hated the word 'fag' and she looked to the ground. "I'm sorry, honey."

"I'm not looking for another Grace. I miss having you around." She raised her eyebrow and walked closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. He immediately responded and placed his hand on her waist. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

"Why is it that when I want you I can't have you, but when you want me I should jump at the offer?"

"What?"

"I wanted you last night and you said no."

"That's different, we were drunk. I'd like to remember what we do." She smiled and stepped away from him.

"The best sex in the world happens when you're either drunk or high." He walked into the kitchen after her as she threw away her bottle and took another one from the fridge. She turned back around to find him standing close to her body, meeting her eyes with his.

"That's a lie. I thought it was really good the other night." He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her buttocks.

"Since when are we a couple, honey?" She pecked his lips and stepped out of his embrace. "I don't remember you becoming straight."

"What if I promise that you could take advantage of me whenever you wanted? Would you move back in then?"

"That's tempting, but why don't we talk about it over dinner?"

"Really?" She shrugged and took a sip of her beer.

"Yeah, honey. You still owe me for pizza."

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He collapsed on top of her sweaty body and sighed satisfactorily into her mouth. Their chests were rising and falling together as their tongues battled. She pulled him close with her legs and he ran his fingers through her hair. She broke the kiss and leaned her head back onto the bed, sighing.

"Oh, honey." Her whisper was followed by a small giggle. He regained his strength and leaned up on his elbows to look into her eyes, never breaking their connection. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You are so beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her lips once more before she loosened her legs and allowed him to pull out. He flopped down next to her on his back and took her hand in his. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." She continued to stare at the ceiling, wondering when they had taken the turn in their relationship. It was like only yesterday they were at each other's throats. If she had to think of it, they were at each other's throats the day before. That's what they did. Who knew that the source of their bickering was sexual frustration? She laughed at her own thoughts and he turned his face to find her eyes.

"What's funny?"

"You and me." She rolled over to lie on top of him, straddling his waist. Her face went from an amused expression to one of complete seriousness. She pecked his lips. "Honey, I don't know that I've ever said thank you for everything you've done for me. But I really appreciate it all."

"You're one of my best friends, Karen. And, apparently, now your lover."

"Should we be doing this, honey?"

"Probably not, but I'm not sure I could go my whole life without having sex like that again." She laughed and deeply kissed his lips.

"I agree." She stood from the bed and began to dress. He watched as she quickly covered her naked body and wondered what was going on in her mind.

"Karen, are you okay when you're with me? I mean, after what happened to you…"

"Honey, it's almost been seven months. I'm doing really well." She buttoned her pants and turned around to fully face him.

"Do you still think about him?" She bit her lip and looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. He took her hand in his and pulled her to sit down on the bed, giving her the strength to answer.

"I think about it every day. It hits me at weak moments. But now I'm on some antidepressants so I'm feeling much better." She tried to make a small joke to end the conversation and stood to make her exit. He pulled her back to him as he sat up. He kissed her lips and pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

"I didn't know you went to the doctor for it."

"I didn't go to a therapist or anything. I called Pharmacist and he got me a prescription."

"That's illegal." His words were useless. They both knew that some of her activities were far from being law-abiding.

"It's just hard to get out of bed sometimes."

"I still want to help you, in a healthy way. Would you move back in with me?" She smiled and patted his face with her hand.

"Honey, I thought that was established tonight when I put my hand in your pants." She walked towards his bedroom door before turning to face him once again. "I'm going to get my suitcases."