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I wrap my arms around her. This feels right. Having her in my arms is right. I just need to not fuck this up. I need to make sure I can keep her right here with me for as long as humanly possible.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Ihave that feeling. You know the one. That sixth sense that everything is about to go wrong. I’m not sure what. I just know that something bad is about to happen.
After a relaxing weekend celebrating Eloise’s marriage to Gio, I thought I’d feel revigorated coming back to work and resuming my usual routine.
It’s Thursday. We returned on Monday night. One of the benefits to sleeping with the boss is getting quick approval for taking a long weekend. I mean, the multiple orgasms he hands out are the ultimate benefit. But I’ll take the long weekends on a resort too.
However, instead of feeling refreshed, I’m tired. More than that, I’m rundown. I pick up my phone and message the girls.
Me:
Anyone else feel like they’re coming down with the flu?
Maybe one of the guests at that wedding was sick and infected all of us. I hope that’s the case. If I do have the flu, I do not want to suffer alone. I hate being sick. Likehateit! I’ll probably want to go home just so my mum can make her pumpkin soup for me. I should see what the chances are of leaving early tomorrow afternoon and going to my parents for the weekend. I just need to make it through today and tomorrow and then I could be home. My mum always makes me feel better when I’m sick.
There’s a ping of an incoming message. I pick up my phone and read the text from Eloise.
Eloise:
No time for being sick when you’re on your honeymoon. I hope you’re not feeling too bad.
I smile. I’m so happy that she’s on her dream honeymoon touring Europe. She deserves all the happiness in the world.
Me:
Speaking of, shouldn’t you be too busy to be texting us?
Eloise:
I’m never too busy for you, babycakes.
Me:
Aw, love ya back.
Daisy:
I’m not sick. Extremely put out while all my friends enjoy their non-cobwebbed vaginas but at least I’m not sick.
Me:
There’re a million men in this city. Go and find one.
Daisy:
All the good ones are gone.
Me:
Lower your standards then.
Eloise:
What she said…
Claire:
