‘To Lucy!’ he said. ‘The woman who bought my wife a crotchless cat-suit and to whom I will always be grateful!’
Hazel’s face looked exactly like mine when Oliver revealed too much at Pam’s office. Men have no filter, it seems.
Next to go was me. Still holding my glass, I smiled sweetly. ‘To my wonderful friend. The one who doesn’t know where the fuck Nessie lives. The one who hears far more about my sex life than necessary and the one whose lovely face makes going in to work a lot more bearable. You complete me, bitch. Happy Birthday!’
We all began to clink glasses until Kyle stopped us. Kyle with his tattoos and his pierced eyebrow and his disarmingly charming face. Kyle the one who dream-fucked me and now I find it hard to look at him for too long without blushing.
‘To my Luce. The one who makes me wish I had more hours in the day to look at her. The one who makes me want to try harder. The one who won’t move in with me . . .’
We all ‘ooohed’ panto-style and she laughed.
‘And the one I’m really, really hoping will be my wife.’
We stopped oohing because at that moment every single one of us held our breath. Except Lucy.
‘What?! Are you fucking serious?’
He produced a small ring box from under his seat. I felt sick. She won’t live with him, why the hell would he think she’d marry him?
He opened the box and fuck it, I stood up to get a proper look. We all did.
‘Marry me, Luce. I’ve never been more serious in my life.’
She looked at the ring. And then at me. And then back at Kyle. The silence was killing us all. Until she squealed, ‘FUCK YEAH, I’LL MARRY YOU!’
MY BEST MATE IS GETTING MARRIED! But more importantly . . .
I’M GOING TO BE HER BEST WOMAN!!!
That’s a thing . . . right?
Wednesday March 22nd
Having only completed three out of our six sex jar tasks, I felt a tad sheepish walking into Pam’s office, like I hadn’t done all of my homework and would be thrown a disappointed look at any moment. Oliver wasn’t concerned in the slightest. He was verging on triumphant.
‘Phoebe got to do two and me, only one, but I’m proud of what we’ve achieved.’
Pam smiled. ‘So you feel it’s been an effective tool in becoming closer again?’ I liked the way her messy bun wobbled every time she spoke. It was comforting.
Oliver coughed. ‘Let’s just say, there’s no humanly way we could have been any closer the other night.’
I whacked him on the side of the thigh. ‘I’m sure Pam doesn’t need to know that.’
Pam interjected. ‘This is a safe space, Phoebe. I’m happy to listen to whatever you’d like to divulge, I’m not here to judge.’
Pausing for a moment, she flicked a page in her notebook, reading something to herself.
‘Oliver, you said when we began our sessions that you wanted you and Phoebe, as a couple, to feel like your old selves again. Do you still feel this way?’
He shook his head. ‘This is becoming a better version. I’m seeing the side I’d forgotten about.’
‘And which side is that?’
He grinned. ‘The side that makes me get instantly hard.’
He swiftly moved his leg before I could whack him again.
We have another appointment in two weeks. Plenty of time to finish the sex jar challenges and find out what else she has in store for us.
