Wait for me, please.
- D
I read it twice. Three times.
My fingers trembled on the paper, like it was already a goodbye.
I love you.
Wait for me please.
Wait for what? A few days? What the hell could happen in a few days that I needed to wait? Was he afraid I would go out and a male model with an ass of a god would steal me away? A sudden personality transplant?
I'd been in love with him for seventeen years. Seventeen. I wasn't going anywhere.
But that line—wait for me please—sat heavy in my chest like a stone.
I grabbed the sandwich anyway—raw tuna and avocado, exactly how I liked it—wrapped in parchment like a gift. Took a savage bite. The tuna tasted like him—like salt and care and the kind of love that doesn't ask permission.
I dialed Lucy.
"Babe," I said the second she picked up, "is it too early for wine?"
A gasp. Dramatic. Perfect. "Alena Lupus asking for wine before noon? Spill it, you slag. Your place or mine?"
"Mine has ghosts. Yours has vodka. Yours."
"Marcus is at work. Door's open. Bring the filth."
I got in my Mustang and revved it hard. "Good morning, babe!" I smiled at the wheel and pushed the first gear in. The drive to Lucy's was a blur. By the time I pulled up, she was at the door—pyjamas with little cartoon ghosts, taking the piss, as usual. Hair in a messy bun, two bottles already open.
She took one look at me and grinned like a shark. "Oh love, you've got that freshly-fucked glow. Sit your arse down and start talking."
We collapsed on her sofa, wine sloshing.
"So," I said, "I finally shagged Drogo."
Lucy actually choked on her wine. "You what?! No fucking way!" She slapped the table, eyes massive. "I knew it! I bloody knew it! I've been saying since we were spotty seventeen-year-olds sharing that manky flat—'He's proper gone on you, Alena, mark my words.' And you two just kept dancing round it like a pair of muppets!"
I hid my face in my glass, cheeks on fire. "It was... a lot."
"A lot how? Come on, spill the beans. I've waited half my life for this gossip."
I took a massive swig. "Okay, so—started with him fingering me in my sleep. Except I wasn't actually asleep."
"You slut!" Lucy gasped, grinning wide.
"I know, right? Then I wanked him off like it was no big deal."
"Another slut moment!" She laughed, raising her glass.
"Wait, it gets better. I ended up on my knees giving him head, then he ate me out on the dresser—"
"On the dresser?!"
"Like a starving man. Then fucked me against it, flipped me onto the bed. Multiple orgasms. He came inside me. No condom. And babe—" I leaned in, "—I held him there so he couldn't pull out."
"Fuck!"
