Page 37 of The Passion

Felisha: Fuck off, Flynn.

Flynn: At least that’s not a yes.

Felisha: It’s not an answer at all, and that’s the way it will stay. We have talked about this. Don’t push the friendship by overstepping the line. I don’t ask you if every woman you take home to fuck is serious.

Flynn: Ask away, and the answer will be no, they aren’t. But also, to correct your assumptions. I don’t take any of them home to my apartment to fuck them.

Felisha: Wow, should I feel privileged?

Flynn: You felt more than privileged that night, you just won’t admit it.

Felisha: Flynn, why are you messaging me? What do you want?

Flynn: Deflection is the same as admitting I’m right.

Felisha: I’m going. I have more important things to do than sit here and message with a child.

Flynn: Then answer my question and I’ll leave you alone. Are you serious about the old gray man?

Flynn: Ignoring me won’t make me go away.

Flynn: All I’ll say is be careful. I don’t trust him and neither should you.

I didn’t get a reply on any of that, and it drove me wild. Until the next time I saw her at an event, and she had some other man on her arm, and part of me was cheering internally that maybe she listened to me.

Messaging her from across the room that same night started as me being an asshole, and by the time I was going to bed that night, we were almost sexting. She drives me fucking crazy because no matter how hard I try to ignore her or move on with my own life in some serious capacity, she makes my heart flutter, and we are right back where we are now.

Apart and longing silently for each other.

Typing away, I can still recall the memory of her in my bed. It never goes away, imprinted on my soul.

Flynn: Good evening. Just wanted to let you know I’m heading to Australia tomorrow for a few days for the wedding. Please don’t disclose that to anyone. We don’t want the paparazzi there. I’m sure you understand. But just in case you need me, here are the details of where we are staying.

Felisha: Thank you, but I won’t need you. Remember, I’m a big girl and can look after myself. Some might even say a successful businesswoman who is about to start running her own empire.

Flynn: God help the world when that happens.

Flynn: I know you don’t need me, you remind me enough of that, but it doesn’t stop me from caring about you. You can’t turn off that shit. Lord knows I’ve tried, and you have pushed my patience enough, but here we are!

Felisha: You’re an idiot. But thank you. Sadly, we will always be tied together in life from that stupid video of that night.

Flynn: Nothing sad or stupid about that night!

Felisha: Go to sleep, Flynn, sounds like you have a long flight tomorrow. Enjoy the heat and sunshine.

Flynn: Ughhh, don’t remind me. This British skin and Australian sun don’t go together.

Felisha: Then don’t go skinny dipping and you’ll be okay.

Flynn: Are you thinking about me naked?

Because I’m sure as hell thinking about her that way now.

Felisha: Goodbye, Flynn. Safe flight.

Flynn: If you’ve forgotten what that looks like, we could video call now. I would hate to leave you wondering and not able to sleep.

Felisha: Friend zone. Remember the definition. Doesn’t include anything about the word naked. Now, because you are hard of hearing. GOOD NIGHT!

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