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Shabbos Hello

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A135 shabbos hello

Written by Ahava Goode. Ahava, a first-time Jewrotica writer, is a published author and writer of erotic fiction.

rating_xxxAs I finish loading the Shabbos dinner dishes into my dishwasher, I see the candles are still burning down, and I leave them in the center of my kitchen table as I walk down the hall to my bedroom. It is late. I can’t find my cat anywhere, so my best guess is that he’s curled up with my roommate, who is already asleep. My room is dark while I undress, and I toss my clothes into the hamper in my closet. I pull last night’s pajamas out from under my pillow, a habit that was a holdover from making my bed as a kid.

I am just crawling into bed when my phone beeps at me.

It’s a text from Eli:

Hi, I’m sorry it’s so late but I just got back into town. I wasn’t sure if you answer the phone on Shabbat…

I text back:

Hi. Welcome back. And yes, I do.

My phone rings about ten seconds later.

“Hello.”

“Hi, you sound sleepy. Did I wake you?” he asks.

“No. I’m still up.”

There’s a bit of an awkward pause.

“Sorry again about it being so late. The rainstorm slowed everything way down. I originally thought I’d be back by dinner time. Not that you’ve ever invited me to one of the infamous Rosie and Lily’s Shabbos dinners.”

I laugh, “Infamous, are they? That must be because of Rosie.”

“I’m pretty sure you can hold your own against your roommate in an infamous contest.”

“Well, thank you. I think.”

“Listen, I don’t want to keep you up. I just wanted to say hello and I had told you I would call when I got back into town, so…”

“So you just called because you said you would?” I ask, trying not to sound whiny.

“No…I mean, what’d you think? I was calling at this hour, on Shabbos, to wangle an invitation to see you?”

“Well…I don’t know, you might at least try,“ I say, flirting.

“You mean I could get an invitation?”

“Um…yeah.” I say.

“Really? I still have to finish unpacking my car, but…”

“It’s up to you, either way.”

“What am I, chopped liver?” he asks, laughing.

“No. Um…I’m already in bed. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s great,” he says, his voice going a bit deeper. “So, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Hey- Rosie’s already asleep so why don’t you come up the back stairs and I’ll leave the back door unlocked for you. Just come in, okay?” I ask.

“Okay, see you in a few,” he says and hangs up.

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