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“Thanks. Perfect.”
“Where’s Jay?”
Rochelle sits beside me hugging her takeaway mug.
“Running. Should be back any minute.”
Jay and I were up at the crack of dawn. He’d taken off down the beach for a run and I’d borrowed his massive ride and bought us all coffee and baguettes from the Bodega. I settle back into my seat watching the azure and white trimmed waves roll in and crash on the shore.
“How’s your chest?” she asks, before having a drink. “Gosh, this is good.”
“My chest feels good. It’s my head that hurts.” I push back my fringe to show her the egg which developed overnight. “If I ever find her...”
“Her?”
I touch my forehead and wince. “What the fuck has to go wrong with a person for them to want to do something like that?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Rochelle replies.
We sit in silence and finish our coffee. I’m about to go get dressed as I’m wearing Jay’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers when she turns to me.
“We haven’t seen him look so happy in a long, long time. The two of you are good for one another.” She smiles.
Her words hit me like a freak wave. I realize I don’t know all that much about Jay except that he’s a good doctor, is an expat South African, and that he’s a veritable god in the sack. We’ve shared a few mentions of our lives like what’s your favorite flavor gelato, or how much we both dislike Doris and her gossiping, but nothing more than above the surface.
What does Rochelle mean by happy now? Why was he unhappy before?
I want to ask her more when he appears from the beach wearing only his running shorts and shoes. Sweaty, and hot, and oh god, so fuckable and the questions dissipate in the glow of his absolute hunkiness along with any logical thought.
