Chapter Thirteen
Maeve
Iam not going shopping. I’m fucking shattered. And I paid extra so I could stay in my hotel room up until I need to head to the airport so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Since I arrived in New York, I’ve failed to adjust to the jet lag and no matter how late I’ve gone to bed I’ve been waking up at four or five in the morning, unable to get back to sleep. So I am greatly benefitting from having a bit of extra time to pack and relax before I get a taxi to JFK.
Except, I’m not relaxing. I’m lying on my bed scrolling TikTok and for the last eight minutes I’ve been watching somebody do a gemstone unboxing Live, which I have absolutely no interest in and yet I’ve not switched it off. This is the last thing I should be doing to try and relax. And yet, I already know I can’t sleep. My brain is too busy, thinking about the meeting with the agency and wondering when and how I should tell Aisling I no longer want to work with her. I’m also sorely behind on editing new content, answering email, and responding to comments and DMs but I just don’t have the energy to do it. I’m too antsy tofocus on a meditation and I’m too wired to try reading the mafia romance book Ma gave me to take with me.
I know what I need.
I need to come.
It’s been a few weeks and it’s showing in the tightness in my body, the strain in my core and the tension in a lower, lower, deeper, deeper part of me. It’s also there in my busy head and across my aching shoulders and chest. I need the release. I need to have the physical relief that an orgasm gives me. I’m not exactly looking forward to it, especially because I didn’t pack my vibrator so am going to have to do it with my own damn fingers, but I know I will feel so much better after the deed is done.
Maybe then I’ll call Loncey.
Maybe.
