Happy weekend, Snippetteers! I have had an extremely busy week, but had some great news on Tuesday – I’m getting a pay rise next month! That’s something you don’t hear very often. It’s a decent enough one to make a good difference to my pay packet each month and it’s come at just the right time as my poor old laptop is on its last legs and I desperately need a new one. I have a computer geek working on finding me some suitable ones to choose from, as I’m a terrible technophobe.
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My snippet of the week is more from Summit. Last week Ash and Sean said goodbye after their training weekend came to an end. This week Ash is home after the trip and panicking about what his “bit of fun” with Sean could turn into.
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I’d left my phone in my bedroom on the charger and when I retrieved it I found I’d received a message from him. Had a great time with you. Hope you got home ok. Sean, x.
My heart skipped a beat and I smiled inanely at the message with the little kiss at the end. Then my doubts returned and with them, slight panic. This wasn’t what I wanted. I’d never wanted to get involved with a man. Why else did I hook up with men in bars and never exchange numbers with them? It was all well and good having a bit of fun occasionally, but I couldn’t do what I’d been doing in Wales. Much longer and that would have been a relationship. I couldn’t date a man. What would people say? Chris would hate it. Dave would probably be horrified. As for me—I didn’t want to admit I was bisexual. While it was only the occasional bit of fun, I could still tell myself I was experimenting.
I pondered on what to say in response for perhaps ten minutes. I couldn’t ignore his text, but I didn’t want to sound too keen. Eventually, I settled on: Me too. Maybe do it again some time. Home now. Busy week coming up. Ash.
It was short and to the point. It wasn’t encouraging and it didn’t hint at anything more any time soon. I hit Send, then reread it and groaned. It was downright cold. In my mind I could see his mouth turn down at the corners and feel his heart sink as mine did. The message was an obvious rebuttal and it would hurt. Shit.