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“Why are you nervous? You’re going to end the night getting fucked by your hot, famous boyfriend after he spends the night serenading you in front of thirty thousand people.”
My hand slips again and draws another red line down my chin. I toss the tube down on my vanity. It’s clearly not meant to be, I wipe it off and put on some Chapstick.
“Please stop exaggerating. He just gave me tickets to the show. I don’t have any expectations.”
“What’s the point of living if you don’t expect anything from life, Beth?”
I slip on the stack of bracelets I only take off to shower and for work. “ I’m just managing my expectations. I’m hopeful, but he’s leaving for his tour tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I get that … but we can’t help it, can we? You and me. We’re romantics - expectations are in our blood.”
I sit down on the bed with her and can’t repress my smile. “So…is that what you call what you’re doing with Tyson? Romantic?”
She scowls. “I did it once and no, I hate him. And he’s moving to Paris. Which makes me happy because he’s a pain in my ass.”
“Yeah, well, that means he’s probably your soul mate. Easy love only exists in fairytales. That’s where Prince Charming lives, too.”
“Uh-uh. Your Prince jumped out of the pages of your fairy tale, and he’s riding in on a white horse, and holding out a hand to you. You should take it.”
“Oh my God, you’re so dramatic. I’m just taking it as it comes.”
“Like you took his dick against that door today,” she waggles her eyebrows and I laugh, even though I know I shouldn’t.
“Dina…I think people heard!” I moan and flop back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as I recall my walk of shame out of there.
She lays down next to me. “I think, just maybe…that you’re just an exhibitionist who’s finally found someone to live her fantasy out with. Oooh, maybe your wedding can be a voyeur wedding. You two shag instead of kiss after you exchange vows.”
I smack her with a pillow, and she
snorts a laugh.
“You’re talking about weddings…we haven’t even gone on a date.” I sigh, happily imagining my first date, full- fledged and real with Carter,
“Can I tell you something?” I ask her after a stretch of comfortable silence.
“When has the answer to that question ever been anything but yes. I look forward to the day that you just tell me without asking first,” she says.
“I feel so stupid saying it, but… when he handed me that envelope in my office, my first thought was that it was a plane ticket for tomorrow. How dumb, right?” I open one eye to look at her when she doesn’t respond.
She’s watching me with the biggest smile on her face and I quirk my lips in surprise.
“Why are you looking at me like I just tied my shoelaces by myself for the first time?”
“Because I’m so glad you still have those kinds of dreams,” she says and her eyes mist over with tears and she brushes one away. A surge of tenderness washes over me and I wrap an arm around her.
“Don’t cry. I’ll cry, too. And I don’t have time to redo my face.”
She gives me a tremulous smile and shakes her head. “I’m so proud of you. The way you picked yourself up after everything.”
“We both did. You got divorced too, remember?”
Her smile dims a little. “Yeah. I wish I’d done it sooner. But, I’m glad I did.”
“I bet Tyson is, too,” I say with a waggle of my eyebrows.
“Let’s not go there tonight,” she groans, but she’s smiling and, her tears clear away.
“Yes, not tonight. Tonight is going to be amazing.” I hop off the bed and gesture at my skintight jeans and the skimpy practically backless top she talked me into wearing. “Do I look okay?”
