“Wrecked.” I’m still trembling, my voice shaky.
“Fuck.” He exhales. “I wish I were there.”
“Me too.”
“Tomorrow. I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Perfect,” I mumble, and he chuckles.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I …” I pause. “I learned something about myself today.”
“Yeah? Share with the class.”
I close my eyes and smile. “That it’s always you. Every single time, no matter what I use, or what I try, or what I think about, it’s you that gets me there. You’re what makes me come.”
“Fucking love that for me.” When he speaks again, his voice is softer. “Get some rest, baby. You’ve had a long day. Dream about me.”
“I always do.”
I hang up and lie there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, my body still humming.
Today, I learned that Patterson isn’t just someone I’m fucking. He’s the reason any of it works. He’s under my skin, in my blood, wired into every fantasy, like he belongs there.
I peel myself off the wet sheets and stumble to the bathroom to clean up. My phone vibrates with a text.
Addison
Gallery opening tonight. Drinks after. Nonnegotiable.
I groan. My legs are jelly. My clit is so swollen that even my underwear feels like too much.
Kendall
Can’t. Busy.
Addison
With what?
Kendall
Enjoying myself. Being alone on a Sunday night.
Addison
That sounds sad AF!
Kendall
Trust me, it’s not.
Addison
Okay, weirdo. One drink? Please? I need to get out of my apartment, and I don’t want to go to this event alone. I’ll even add a cherry on top! Pleeeeease! I’ve barely seen you since all this Jamie stuff started.
I should stay home. I should rest like Patterson told me to. But something nags at me for purposely avoiding my best friend. I promised her that I’d try more when I moved back. I can’t break that now.
