I wash my face with a new bottle of face wash and brush my teeth with a new tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush head on my new electric toothbrush.
All laid out for me on my sink by someone who would’ve known I’d want to know they were fresh and new.
And then I flip off the bathroom light. I climb into bed, check the nightstand drawer, find my toy collection basically accounted for, and shut off the lamp.
I pick a vibrator at random in the dark and slip it between my thighs while memory after memory of Davis fills my mind.
Davis kissing my head in his camper when I had a nightmare about Patrick and Nigel.
Davis making popcorn for me.
Davis asking me how I like to touch myself.
Davis taking the lamp from me that I was going to use as a weapon to defend us against Giselle before I knew who she was.
Davis stretching during the treasure hunt at the waterfall, his shirt lifting just enough to show off a strip of tattoos on his lean stomach.
Davis being frustrated.
Davis smiling.
Davis fucking me against the bathroom wall.
Davis kissing me.
I come in a flash of pleasure that’s nowhere near as satisfying as I want it to be.
Just text him, dumbass, I tell myself after I’ve put my vibrator away.
I’m going to sleep, I reply to myself.
Except I don’t.
I lie there.
And I lie there.
And I lie there.
And I stare at the ceiling.
I toss and turn.
I try counting sheep.
I try naming every body part alphabetically.
And I guess I eventually doze off, because eventually, my eyes drift open.
And that’s when I see it.
Them.
Two people.
In my doorway.
Two more goddamn people in my goddamn fucking doorway.
