Page 61 of You Rock My World
Is that your question?
Is the game over?
Dorian
No
That was a warm-up, here’s the actual question:
What would you do if I asked you to pick something in your apartment and pretend it’s me?
The dots signaling she’s typing blink and blink until I’m bursting with impatience. When her reply comes in, it’s a mile long. I eagerly scan the text, each word stoking the fire burning low in my spine.
Josie
I’d pick up the bottle of wine I left out on the counter earlier. First, I’d let my fingers slide around its neck, gripping it firmly just below the lip as I pop the cork with my thumb. Then, I’d lift it, watching the dark liquid swirl through the glass. Bringing it close, I’d let the cool rim brush against my bottom lip long enough to inhale the earthy flavor. Then, I’d take a slow sip, directly from the bottle, letting the rich, velvety red coat my tongue. I’d hold it there, savoring every bit of the warmth as it spreads. When I finally swallowed, I’d set the bottle back down, dragging a finger along the rim to catch the drop that tried to escape. And then, well… I’d stare at it, wishing it was something—or someone—else entirely
Fuck.Oh, fuck.I drop my phone and push both my hands through my hair, pulling at the roots until a new notification pings in.
Josie
How’d I do?
Dorian
How you did?
I might never recover
Are you happy?
Josie
*smug-face emoji* so dramatic
Dorian
Is there any of that wine left?
I need a drink
Josie
I can check if you want
Take another sip
Tell you about it in detail?
Dorian
Please, don’t
Nearly didn’t survive the first text
Can’t take another one
Josie
