Anything for You: Love, Sex and Science
Sidney’s grip tightened on the spatula when she heard Don’s footfalls descending the wooden stairs, and coffee churned in her stomach. She pushed scrambled eggs around the skillet fervently. Maybe if she looked busy enough with breakfast, he wouldn’t hug her. Yeah right. The man had hugged her practically every morning since they became roommates in college. But this was different. This was the morning after really bad sex. This was the reason you should never screw your best friend, particularly if you’re not attracted to him. No matter what happened, it was going to be awkward.
Don stopped just outside the kitchen, framed by the pristine French doors - this house was a far cry from their cruddy student apartment of yore - and watched her cook. “Is there enough for two?”
“Of course there’s enough for two. There’s always enough for two.” It came out sounding harsher than she’d intended. “Sorry. Yes. It’s almost ready. Will you grab the ketchup and stuff?”
“I guess what I meant is, do you want company?” Don amended, on his way to the refrigerator.
Sidney was quick to reassure him. “Of course I do. You’re my favorite person in the world.”
“But you just don’t like me that way.” His tone of voice reminded Sidney of Eyore.