Page 108 of A World Apart
“Sequestered?” I rolled my eyes at her.
“It means-”
“I know what it means.” I sighed. “Jihoon had to fly out early this morning, he dropped me off on the way to the airport.”
Becka scrunched her nose. “That sucks, but at least you got to have this impromptu weekend together.”
“No arguments here.” I nodded and put my laptop back on the coffee table. “And hey − couldn’t have done it without you,” I said, turning round from my seat and pointing at her. “Number one secret-squirrel! How long were you keeping that from me?”
Becka chuckled and pushed off the counter, coming round to plop down on the sofa.
“Literally the night before. He called to tell me he was getting on a plane to come see you, and could I help him out?”
“How did he even get your number?” I wondered aloud.
“Hell if I know,” she shrugged. “I dropped the phone when I realised who it was.
“Anyway, he asked me to make sure you had a change of clothes, and gave me the address for the Uber − which he paid for, by the way.”
“The Uber?”
“Everything,” Becka nodded, “the Uber, the clothes, everything.”
“Wow,” I murmured.
“Yeah, ‘wow,’” Becka agreed. “Rich sonofabish.”
After a moment of contemplative silence, Becka prodded me with one manicured nail.
“Ow!” I protested.
“Do I have to yank it out of you? Spill!”
“Which part?” I grumbled, rubbing my arm.
“Literally the whole fucking thing, what do you think?” Becka rolled her eyes.
I sighed a long-suffering sigh, but it only hid the gleeful smirk. So, I told her. I started at the beginning, how it had just been so stunning to see him I couldn’t let him go, to frolicking in the swimming pool (the PG version), pizza and a movie, to sharing a bed that first night-
“Hold up, hold up, hold UP!” Becka held up a hand, halting me in my tracks.
“Did you,” Becka glanced around theatrically, before holding her hand up to her mouth and stage whispering, “do the deed?”
“What?”
“You know, do the deed, the ‘horizontal mambo,’ ‘bump uglies,’ ‘ride the bony pony.’
“For the love of all that is pure in this world, please stop,” I choked out.
“The ‘bony pony’? Good grief, Becka, have a word with yourself!” I covered my face with my hands as my shoulders heaved with embarrassed laughter.
“Okay, okay, calm down Prudence.” Becka waved her hand dismissively. “But did you, though?”
“NO!” I cried out, trying very hard to be done with this conversation.
“Aw, come on!” Becka jumped up from the sofa, “did you even wear the lingerie I got you? That was good stuff!”
“Yes, because you neglected to put any normal pyjamas in my bag!”
