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My dad.
My age.
His kids.
His marriage, technically.
Our living arrangements: he’s here in Silverbell, I’m in New York.
Is it selfish of me to pursue this? But there’s also him, what does he want? I could be misreading everything. Maybe tomorrow he wants to tell me to cease all contact with him. I’d be crushed if that happens. This unease is obviously why you should always leave your crush as just that, a crush. But what I feel for Mr. H is more than a schoolgirl crush.
Ever since he helped me after the Seth incident, I’ve seen him in a different light and then there’s the kiss. That one kiss set my body alight like never before. It jumped-started my heart and turned what I felt for him into more. I’m pretty sure he feels it too. There are just too many factors against us, but love isn’t easy so maybe these are just tests being thrown at us to see if it’s worth it.
“Gah,” I growl into the darkness of my room as I punch the mattress in frustration. Where’s my fairy godmother right now? I could do with a wave of her magic wand and bippity-boppity-boo, all my worries are sorted.
Climbing out of bed, I quietly make my way into Fern’s kitchen and turn on the light. Looking around, I can’t decide between tea or tequila, so I choose both. While I make myself a cup of green tea with jasmine, I’ll have a shot of tequila. The tequila burns—it’s the cheap shit—but it does relax me a little so I take another shot while I wait for my tea to brew.
With my tea in hand, I shuffle back to my room and climb into bed. Resting against the headboard, I think on what to do. I don’t get far into thinking because Fern appears in the doorway. “I can hear you thinking from my room. What’s got you braining so loud at stupid o’clock in the morning?”
She climbs in next to me, grabs my tea, and takes a sip. “You should be drinking tequila.”
“Had two shots while I was making this.” I pause. “Two things. One, the tequila didn’t magically make everything better. And two, that was some nasty cheap shit.”
“Tucker bought it but I’ll be sure to let him know he has shit tequila taste.”
“You do that. The next time I have a midnight meltdown, I want the good stuff to commiserate with.”
“Why are you breaking down alone with tequila in the middle of the night?”
Looking anywhere but at Fern, I think over what to tell her.
“Calliope Victoria Fischer, what are you hiding from me?”
“Ohh, you full-full-named me.”
“And I will vagina punch you if you don’t spill the beans. I know something happened when you went to the bathroom at the pub, now tell me.”
It’s crazy how well my bestie knows me and I know if I don’t give her something, she’ll keep harping on it until I relent. “Fine,” I hiss. “Mr. H pulled me into the family restroom and we …”
“You fucked him in the family restroom?” she screeches, digging her nails into my arm and nearly causing me to spill hot tea all over myself.
“No,” I scoff. “And remove your freakin’ talons from my arm.”
“Sorry,” she replies, releasing her grip on my arm. “So, did you?” she asks again, as she crosses her legs and leans her elbows into her knees.
“Have I ever been known to fuck in a restroom?” I throw back at her.
“No, but I also never pegged you to be a stripper and ….” She shrugs.
Sticking my tongue out at her, I continue, “We spoke, for the first time since the kiss and all the memories of that kiss came flooding back. We were, ummm, about to kiss again but someone knocked and we jumped apart.”
“Kissblocked by some fucker.”
“Yep, and then I agreed to meet him at The Clifton tomorrow to chat.”
“Where you will finally fuck him.”
“I’m not fucking him at his workplace. Nor will there be any fucking. Nothing good can come from he and I being together.”
