None of the Above

Three days

Glenn turned over on his side and looked at the naked woman lying flat on her back next to him. He ran his fingers along the contours of her perfectly sized breasts. He continued along her heaving chest, down her soft round belly and then down her thighs. He loved her body.

She murmured sleepily.


“Yes, Jazmine,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her lips. He pried them apart and kissed her deeper. She didn’t stop him. When he first told Jazmine he was engaged, she’d resisted at first, tried to keep him at bay. But there was something between them that just transcended lust. They had a connection that he couldn’t explain, couldn’t put into words. He felt himself getting aroused as he kissed her longer.

“Glenn, wait, I thought you understood what I said last night. This is our last time. You’re getting married in a few days. This is our last time.”

“Its 4 a.m. so technically, it’s still last night, isn’t it? I don’t know how I can live without you.”

“Glenn, please, don’t make this harder than it is, please. You’re being selfish right now. You’re getting married to your long time sweetheart, and you want to keep sleeping with me?”

“This isn’t just about sex, Jazmine.”

“Then what is it? Love? I love you, but do you love me? You’re getting married in three days! I may be young, but I’m not stupid.”

Glenn sighed and lay back on his bed. They hardly had these conversations, but when they did, he just didn’t know what to say. How could he put the torment within him into words?

“Under the circumstances, you may not believe me, and I understand that. But I’m going to say it all the same. I am deeply in love with you, and if I could, listen Jazmine, honestly, if I thought it was remotely possible, I’d leave Carly, I would.”

Jazmine got up from the bed and grabbed a t-shirt from a nearby chair. Glenn knew what it meant. The night was over.

“Jazmine, listen …”

“Let’s stop talking okay. It’s not about your words, it’s about your actions. We’re lawyers, well, you are. We are good with words. We are excellent with words. And I’m just tired of the words. Nothing is impossible, Glenn. Nothing. I need to study in a few hours, so can you please leave? And don’t try to contact me again.”

She disappeared into her bathroom and slammed the door shut. Glenn pulled the covers aside and got up. He didn’t want things with Jazmine to end like this, but Jazmine was very headstrong, very much in control. That was another thing he loved about her. Carly was stubborn when it came to her work, but in relation to him, she always let him back in, with a little persuasion. He knew Jazmine wouldn’t. She was young. She had time. She did not need him. Glenn dressed up reluctantly and looked around the small studio apartment, trying to figure out if he had left anything behind. An excuse to return would be nice, but Jazmine would just trash any items he left. When he was sure there was nothing, he walked out and closed the door behind him. When he sat in his car, he figured one more declaration of love wouldn’t hurt.

Carly woke up with a start and she rubbed her eyes. What was that awful sound? Then she remembered. It was that new message ring tone she gave Glenn. At four in the morning, it sounded ridiculously loud. She picked up the phone and clicked on the message.

‘Jaz, I honestly understand how hard it must be for you to believe me right now. But I’m going to say this one more time. I love you, and I always, always will.’

Carly clutched her stomach as her breath escaped her. She flung the phone across the room and buried her face in her pillows, crying hysterically. Why did Glenn have to do this now? Why now? After all his promises, why couldn’t he just try harder? What did he want from her? Carly couldn’t breathe. Her chest was tight and she was gasping for air. The enormity of Glenn’s betrayal, just days before their wedding, was too much for her. She rose slowly, went into the bathroom and curled up on the floor. He loved someone else. For how long now? Did he send the text to her on purpose? She swore she wouldn’t react. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to end this, he would have to do it himself. He would have to take responsibility for his actions. He would have to be a man and tell her directly this was over. It wouldn’t be her call. Carly got up from the floor, picked up the phone and deleted the text. Unless Glenn brought this up, she wasn’t going to think about it. She was about to get married.