“Hi, sorry I’m late. Jim and I just had Thai together,” she gushes.
“Don’t you mean Jeremy?” Abbie asks flatly.
“Oh yes,” she smiles. “I just like to call him Jim,” she looks around to the counter and Abbie sticks her fingers down her throat, simulating ‘I’m going to be sick’. I stifle a giggle.
“So, Tash, did he call?” she puts her hand on my knee and I shake my head.
“That’s it, dump the stupid ass.”
I smile. “I don’t need to. It seems I have already been dumped, by him.”
“What an idiot,” she rolls her eyes. “So what happened on Sunday? I want all the details,” she sits forward.
“Well, we went shopping and then we had a fight and then we made up and then we pretty much had sex for the next six or eight hours.”
“Eight hours?” Abbie spits. I smile as I take a sip of my coffee. “Hell, is he on Viagra?”
I shrug, “I have no idea. I’m not sure what’s normal for him.”
“I’m lucky if I get forty minutes,” Bridget snaps.
“So, how was it? Is he as good as he looks?”
“Abbie,” I snap. “It’s not like that,” though I smile, unable to hide my glee at being able to report back.
Bridget points her teaspoon at me. “Don’t you dare hold out on us. We need details.”
“Let’s just say, I felt well and thoroughly used on Monday and my throat was sore.”
“Sore throat. Oh god, were you giving head all night?” Bridget winces.
I laugh. “No, my throat was sore from screaming. I think he was trying to kill me with
orgasms.” Abbie simulates melting down the lounge, while wiping her forehead. “Kill me now. I knew he’d be amazing in the sack. How did you get so lucky, bitch?” she snaps.
I giggle, “Though to be honest, I think I would have rather gone without. Now I know what I’m missing out on and, trust me girls, there is nowhere to go after Mr Stanton. He’s the whole package.” I rub my forehead as I contemplate meeting a very mediocre version of man and how disheartening that day will be.
“So did he say he would call you?”
“No, he told me we could just have one night together.”
“So why are you waiting for him to call?” Abbie frowns.
I shrug. “Wishful thinking probably. I’m telling you he felt it too. He told me he adores me. Actually, no, he said he fucking adores me.” I place my hand under my chin and blow out a deep breath as I swoon at the memory.
“Oh I forgot, what did he say about the ink?”
“Um, this sounds weird but if you were me it wouldn’t.” I don’t know why but I feel embarrassed to elaborate. “He…he got it on my twenty–first birthday as a birthday present to me.”
“Fuck off,” Bridget snaps.
“I know, right,” I nod.
“He’s hot and sentimental,” Abbie sighs. “I think I’m in love with him myself.”
“Me too,” Bridget chimes in.
“Well that makes three of us,” I groan as I lean my head back onto the lounge. “What the hell am I going to do?”