“When are you seeing him again? Wait! You are seeing him again, aren’t you?” Jax was on the edge of his seat.
I could’ve tortured them. Played coy. Dodged their questions, but I knew them both well enough to know in the end, I’d be the one suffering. Instead, I told them we had plans to hang out on Wednesday.
Jax smirked. “Hang out? What are you, thirteen?”
“Who asks someone out on a date on a Wednesday? Wednesday’s are for carb loading and cocktails, not dating.”
“Luca’s playing away this weekend. So, it was either Wednesday or Sunday.”
“And you didn’t want to wait that long! That’s so sweet!” Dana squealed. Anyone would think she was the one going on a date. Actually, I couldn’t remember the last time Dana had had a date. She was too damn picky for her own good.
“Yes. I’m seeing him Wednesday. And no, I have no idea what we’re doing.”
“Ooooh! That sounds fun! Don’t forget to wax your hoo-ha!” Dana reminded me.
“Since when do we say hoo-ha?” I asked, unable to stop the giggle from escaping.
“Fine then. Pluck the pussy. Shave your snatch.”
“Oh my god! Please stop!” I begged.
Four hours, another three bottles of wine, and two embarrassing texts from Jax to Luca, and I was crawling into bed, already dreading the morning alarm and the hangover that would inevitably follow.
“I want to die,” I grumbled as the alarm went ballistic and I rolled over straight into a hot, hard warm chest.
“Shut that thing up,” Jax complained, putting his pillow over his head.
“I gotta pee.” Pushing the blankets back, I fell out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom and got ready for work.
After I’d woken Dana from where she was snoring on the couch—she was exactly where we’d left her after she’d passed out, probably from exhaustion after her hot night the night before with the cop who’d pulled her over for speeding then proceeded to talk/fuck her way out of it—pouring coffee down their throats, I kissed their cheeks and sent them on their way. Not before they casually reminded me to shave, pluck or wax every nook and cranny I had.
***
Hours later and I still couldn’t believe Jax had actually used the words nook and cranny.
With my headache finally starting to subside, I bit into my boring lunch of a vegemite sandwich and dug my phone out of my bag. The same phone I’d been deliberately ignoring and pretending didn’t exist all morning.
Hoping and praying I’d dreamt that Jax was sending texts from my phone to Luca while he held it high above his head, leaving me to jump around trying to get it back, I opened my messages. Seeing I had an unread message from Luca, I dared to look.
Elise: What size shoes do you wear?
Luca: 13. Why’s that?
Elise: You know what they say…big feet, big…
He didn’t answer.
I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I didn’t know Luca well enough to know if he’d see the funny side or if he’d be offended. I hoped not. So seeing his new message, one that looked like it’d only come through in the last half an hour, surprised me
Luca: How’s your head feeling this morning?
Elise: Honestly?
His reply was almost instant.
Luca: Always.
Elise: Surprised.
