“Naomi’s gay?” Josh asked.
“Well, I sort of assumed so,” I said. “You know, she’s always talking about women’s rights and drinking weird beverages and ‘forgetting’ to put on a bra.”
Josh laughed. “And that makes her a lesbian?”
“No. I mean, sometimes I drink chai iced teas or those funny smoothies with gingko and protein powder.”
“Yeah, and I know
you’re
not a lesbian,” Josh winked at me. “And you better not let your classmates hear you talking like that. Aren’t you stereotyping or oppressing or labeling or something?”
“True. Guilty, guilty, guilty. Okay, it’s not those things, but I’ve never heard her talk about any men, and she’s always referring to
partners
and
mates
and things. Anyway, the point is, I’m getting love vibes from her, and I think she’s got some sort of romance going on.”
Josh came over to me and grinned. “Well, I’m ready for a break, and I’ve got some love vibes going on, too.” He leaned over and nestled his head in my neck, kissing me lightly.
“In that case, I think I’m ready for a break, too.” I smiled and led Josh to the bedroom.