“He woke up, so I kept going. I ended up giving him head.”
“Nina!” Lucy proclaims, clearly not expecting it.
“That’s not the worst of it.” I close my eyes, memories of the look on his face too much to bear as it plays out in my mind.
“Oh god, you weren’t sick, were you? I’ve totally choked on dick before.”
Both me and Lucy lift our heads, grim expressions on both our faces. “What the fuck, Megs?!” I ask as we all fall into silent chuckles.
My face grows solemn as I admit, “He thought Elliot paid me to take him home.” I pause. “He thought I was a prostitute.”
“Oh, Nina, what an ass!” Lucy croons, pulling me tighter to her.
“Oh, as if! He actually thinks he could affordyou!” Megan snaps.
“Megan!” Lucy scolds.
“Shit, sorry, Nina. I didn’t think,” she says apologetically.
I give her a small smile, letting her know it’s okay. “I’ve never felt more like my mother in my life,” I mutter.
Lucy sits up, looking down at me as she rests on her arm. “Well, we all know that’s a load of rubbish. You couldn’t be any more the opposite of that woman. Come on, dry your hair. We are going out.”
“Out? Where?” I protest.
“Shopping. And the salon.” She smiles.
“Can you drop me home on the way?” Megan asks, looking moments away from sleep.
Lucy gets up, pulling the towel off my body and whipping Megan with it as she heads in the direction of the kitchen. “Nope! Get up. Both of you! It’s girls’ day.”
“Yay, girls’ day.” Megan quips, lifting her head and observing my state of nakedness, then flopping back to the bed.
* * *
It has gonefour when we arrive back at my apartment, our arms full of shopping. We laugh our way up the stairs until we reach my door.
Lucy bends, picking something up from the floor, then spins around, her lips rolling and her eyes popping wide as she stands with a massive bouquet of flowers grasped in her already overfilled hands.
I roll my eyes as I unlock my door, yearning to lean in and smell them.
Inside I stare down at my nails, now a beautiful pale pink—my toes matching. I can tell Lucy is waiting for me to turn around, so I go to the kitchen and flick on the kettle.
“You can chuck those in the bin.” I wave the teaspoon at the flowers.
She dips her head to her shoulder, looking all cute as she holds up the arrangement. “Come on, Nina. Maybe you should see what he has to say.” She waves an envelope at me. “There’s a note.”
“I’m going to put all this shopping away, and when I come back, I want them gone. Keep them for yourself for all I care. I want nothing to do with the man or the way he makes me feel.” I stomp off to my room, slamming the door like a brat as I go.
I lie on my bed, feeling stupid. I shouldn’t be feeling like this over a man I have only known for only a matter of hours. Seeing the flowers only makes me feel weak, and I don’t want to know that he’s sorry.
I don’t want to have to explain myself to him.
A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door, and Megan’s head pops around the threshold. “Come on, drama queen, Luce is ordering in Chinese.” She winks at me, then disappears again.
We lounge on my sofa, eating takeout from the containers. Greys Anatomy reruns playing on the television, reminding me of our uni days.
“I need a McDreamy,” Lucy sighs as she stares longingly at the TV.
