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“No. What the fuck is detox? It sounds painful. It sounds so painful I may have extracted that word from my vocabulary altogether.”
“You’re fucking nuts, Lucy. Your liver is going to walk out of your body soon.”
“Don’t say that.” She hit me and I hit her back but I forgot how strong I was and she went sailing onto the floor.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I held my hand out and she grabbed on. In one yank, I pulled her on top of me, once again not realizing my own strength.
“You need to learn how not to be so strong. Weirdo.”
“Crazy.” I poked her side and she giggled. “What do you want to watch next?” It was four in the morning but neither one of us seemed to care.
“Something scary,” she pulled her knees under my shirt and snuggled so close to me that I couldn’t escape her sweet scent if I wanted to.
“I’ll put on whatever you want if you make me a promise, Crazy.”
“What?” She looked up at me and I got lost in her eyes for a second.
“You’ll detox for a week. No liquor.” The silence seemed to stretch on forever.
“If I do that, you have to make me a promise,” she challenged.
“What?” I was curious.
“You have to let me hang out with you after work for a week.” Wasn’t like she had to twist my arm. I liked being around her.
“Deal.” We shook on it and she settled beside me.
We watched movies all night until the sun peeked over the earth and until neither of us could keep our eyes open.
I woke up to her little body wrapped around me. Her legs around my legs and her arms around my middle. I pried her off because friends didn’t sleep like that. Then I went to the bathroom.
I spent the entire night with Lucy and I was cool with it. She didn’t get on my nerves. Quite the opposite. She made me love being around her. I wondered if she loved being around me too.
I washed my hands, turned around, and she stared at me from the hall. “You moved,” she yawned. So she liked being around me too.
“Yeah, I had to piss. Is that cool, boss?”
“Ask next time. You’re like a muscular body pillow. I like laying on you.” I chuckled at her and tousled her hair.
“I’m not a kid, Chase.”
“Didn’t say you were. Maybe I like touching your hair.” It was like silk. I tossed an arm around her shoulders and she smiled adorably. “You wanna pick up breakfast?” I asked her.
“Yes, I’m starving.” She rubbed her stomach under my shirt and gave me a glimpse of her tight, toned thighs. “Hey, do you have a dress shirt?” She asked me, hooking a left into my bedroom.
“Why?”
“I want to wear it. I don’t have any clean clothes.”
“You’ll swim in it.” I frowned at her and tossed a pinstripe shirt at her face.
“Give me a tie,” she ordered. I tossed her one and in a few minutes, Lucy turned my oversized dress shirt into a dress. She ran her fingers through her long hair and I stared at her while she commanded my mirror like she lived there.
I noticed every space Lucy occupied seemed like it belonged to her. That included my apartment. It smelled like her, it looked like a damn tornado blew through, and now she was stealing my clothes.
We ended up at IHOP, eating pancakes and laughing over the corny scary movie we watched last night. Her phone rang and she cursed when her sister’s name popped up.
“Hey Nora,” she answered. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I meant to text you last night. I know, I know. I’m safe.” She pulled the phone away from her ear and I heard a voice identical to hers, shouting. She called Lucy a bitch several times. “I’m sorry. I’ll explain it to you when I get home. I love you too, Nora. Tell Abel I’m okay.” She laughed and hung up then shook her head.
