Page 42 of Goodbye Again
Lena:you self-sabotager
I sigh, thinking of last weekend. We didn’t get the crimson stain out of the rug, wall, or couch. We didn’t finish the movie. But we finished each other... over and over again. Every part of the weekend felt familiar. The way my body curved under his arm. The way his thumb gently rubbed my shoulder. The wayour breathing found a rhythm together. The way we blew each other’s minds.
I wince at my line of thought. Good sex does not necessarily equate to anything beyond that.
His last words as he left Monday night echo in my mind. “This has been my favorite weekend.”
I started to respond, and he quieted me with his lips, holding me close and slipping out my door.
Lena:was the sex really that good
It’s like she’s allergic to punctuation.
Me:God, yes.
Claire:Forehead kiss goodbye?
I think of the last kiss we shared and all the fuzzy dreams I’ve had this week about airplane conversations, good sex, and Kevin Costner.
Me:Forehead kiss in the morning and a movie kiss goodbye.
Lena:lol
Claire:SWOON.
I glance at my watch as my hour between patients comes to a close. I shove the last bite of my kale and edamame salad from Trader Joe’s into my mouth. Even my salad makes me think of JP, which is annoying. I haven’t been strung out over a guy since before my ex, Steven, and it was simply because I wanted someone I couldn’t touch. I was caught up in the chase and the forbidden-ness, not actual interest.
Me:We didn’t exchange numbers.
Lena:he has your address
Claire:And you have his!
Me:No, I don’t.
She sends me a screenshot of his driver’s license I sent two days ago.
Me:Oh. Well, there’s no way I’m showing up at his place. I’m bold but not a psychopath.
Lena:when in the history of ever has that ever stopped you
Claire:Also, it’s only been fiveish days. Do you really want to be an eager beaver?
Me:Yes
Lena:maybe he has a kid
Claire:or a secret wife!
Me:or maybe I’m delulu and need to let it all go.
I chuckle as I type out a second response.
Me:Gotta go. Patient coming in five.
Claire:Avoidance isn’t a good coping mechanism.
I roll my eyes and exit out of the text thread. But as soon as I do, a text rolls in...
