26.
February 25th, 2020
“Yeah no. That’s a ‘Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya’ for me,” I said to Kenzie. We were on the phone talking about some weird sexual experience she’d had with a guy the night before, and as per usual, her experience was one I could hardly wrap my head around.
“I don’t even know what that means, but let’s forget aboutmeand my Daddy-calling hook-up, and talk aboutyou.”
“What about me?” I asked, and got more comfortable on Gallan’s living-room couch. He’d gone to his bedroom to order us some takeout.
I still couldn’t believe he’d told me he loved me. It was surreal, that moment. I had never even dreamed of him ever saying those words to me, let alone him kissing me the way he did every single day.
I was one lucky pumpkin, that’s for sure.
“Don’t act nonchalant,” Kenzie said through the line. “What happened after he said those three orgasmic words?”
I’d made a massive mistake of telling my nosy best friend about Gallan and I’s confession to each other. And now, because she was an unavoidable force, I had to deal with her 20-questions.
“Nothing happened, Ken,” I told her. “We’re taking things slow; he’s giving me space, and I respect him for it.”
I could feel her rolling her eyes as she said, “Yeah, like everything that has happened in your relationship with him so far has beenslow.”
I chuckled. “I know you’re upset. You want the gory details, but I can’t give you any because nothing has happened.”
“Thenmakesomething happen!” she practically yelled through the line. “Give him some accidental stripteases.”
I had to laugh at that suggestion. “You know that’s not how Gallan is, right?”
“He’s aman, Z, and men are all the same.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not him.”
She sighed. “Whatever. If you wanna be one ofthosecouples, then so be it. I’m just being a good friend and assisting you in getting rid of the cobwebs that I know are surrounding your mitten-kitten.”
I laughed – hard. “Mitten-kitten? Seriously, Ken?” God, she was weird.
“What? It’s a term I made up for your vagina. Don’t you like it?”
“I’m not even going to comment on that.”
She chuckled. “But you gotta admit it’s a cute term.”
“Uh…” Before I could say anything, Gallan’s bedroom door opened, and he strode out – shirtless – looking all hot and yummy.
“Took you long,” I said to him.
“What?” Kenzie asked.
“Not you; I was talking to Gallan,” I told her.
“Oh, so he’s back from ordering yourtakeout.” She emphasized the last word just because. “I’ll let you two have fun. And donotforget about the accidental stripteases. Theyalwayswork.”
I shook my head. “Alright, you crazy lady, I’ll text you later. Bye.”
“Bye!” She disconnected the call, and I placed my phone on the coffee table just as Gallan came to sit at the edge of the couch I was lying on.
Things on Instagram had calmed down after Shane had worked his magic. When Gallan and I had finally decided to check the app, we’d found thousands of supportive messages from not only his fans, but also from his Hollywood buddies and their families. It was so positively strange to see all the big names – whom I’d been watching and adoring for years – follow me on social media and boost Gallan and I’s relationship. I was scared shitless of all the attention I was getting, because it was something I wasn’t used to. Hell, it was something I had never evendreamedof experiencing. But with Gallan by my side, I was almost fully sure I could settle into the Hollywood vibe just fine.
Fingerscrossed.
