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Kate nods, a small smile pulls on her lips. Just seeing her smile makes this all worth the trip. That, and I want to hunt him down and slam my fist into his smug face. How dare he think he can do this to her.
A thought comes to mind. “You know what would make you happy?”
“Valium?”
I shake my head, quick to scold her. “What were you thinking taking Valium and tequila? You could’ve killed yourself.”
“Yes, I took some Valium,” she admits. “But the tequila was a gift, and it’s been sitting there for weeks.”
“If anything was to happen to you…” I trail off.
“I’m stupid but not that stupid,” she answers, defending her actions. “Look, Noah. It just hurts, okay?”
Silence falls between us. As I think about my history with women, I can’t say I’ve ever felt hurt or heartbreak. I’ve dated, a few women lasted a couple of months, but never a relationship with any sort of commitment. Sure, my ego has been bruised, but even then, it didn’t measure up to what Kate is experiencing.
Perhaps, it’s a woman thing.
“So, what will make me happy?” she asks, tired and suddenly withdrawn again.
“Me… watching Pretty in Pink.”
Her eyes swim with tears, but they fall with the laughter escaping her mouth. Wiping them with the back of her hand, she nods her head in agreement.
Before we put the movie on, Kate takes a shower, desperate to remove her gown and wash away what she now says is the worse night of her life. Several times during her shower, I knock on the door to see if she is okay since she’s taking forever.
She emerges what feels like hours later, dressed in a pair of bed shorts and a tee that reads, ‘My Spirit Animal is Vodka.’
“Can you give a gal a moment to herself? What did you think I was doing in there? Dying?”
“Frankly, yes,” I admit, channel surfing while waiting. “Who takes showers that long?”
“Someone who has a broken heart, that’s who.”
I roll my eyes to curb her dramatic woes. She’s just as bad as Eric. As much as both she and Charlie complain about him, the three of them combined are no different.
Climbing in beside me, we turn the movie on with the drapes drawn to darken the room. The movie begins, but not before Kate warns me of several things to take note of.
“Will you just shut up and let me watch the movie?”
“Yes, but one more thing,” she adds, pulling the sheet up to her chest. “No talking throughout the movie.”
The movie begins, and after a short while, I ask, “Who the hell has a name Ducky?”
Kate pauses the movie. “I said no questions. Just watch.”
Ten minutes later, I glance to my side noticing Kate staring at me with a goofy smile. She’s making me self-conscious, and it’s rather annoying.
“Why the creepy stalker look?” I ask, my gaze back fixating on the screen.
“I like watching you watch the movie. I live vicariously through you watching it for the first time.”
I let out an annoyed huff. “Just watch the goddamn movie and stop creeping me out.”
The movie continues, and I’ll admit, the jerk pissed me right off. Ducky was the poor loser on the side. His comedic relief made the movie worth watching.
When the movie ends, she’s quick to hound me, turning to face me until I notice her tits bounce with excitement. Okay, get a fucking grip, Noah.
“So… what do you think?”
