Page 105 of Girls Will Be Girls

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Louisa:

Hi Noah

What are you up to?

Lou (fiancé):

Schmoozy breakfast

Shit, I’ve gotta go

Talk soon, baby girl x

Is it possible to miss someone you’ve only known for a week and a half when their mouth was on yours mere hours ago? Because if it is possible, then I definitely miss Lou.

I hate that he didn’t come in with me last night. I hate that he had to leave. I hate that he’s gone all night.

Despite the sweetest speech I’ve ever heard, which made me want to cry, I’m still annoyed he left me on the porch.

Yes, it was sweet, and thoughtful, and amazing, and I know that if he came in and then left a couple of hours later I would’ve been even more disappointed, but still… a girl is allowed to fantasize about him throwing all caution to the wind because he couldn’t stand not being with me.

I appreciate him wanting todo this properly, as he said, but I’m honestly so wound up that I don’t know if I can sit through an entire date without trying to rip his clothes off.

I’ve seen that man naked, and it’s a view I would like to experience again as soon as possible.

After a shower accompanied by my favorite purple silicone friend to ease the tension — and the hangover — I set myself up on the couch, order food, and make the educated decision not to move again today.

I don’t get far into drafting an article before I’m checking my phone to see if he texted.

I’m pathetic right now.

He hasn’t.

Louisa:

I hope your first hangover as a legal adult is treating you well?

Casey:

Willie made me drink so much water before he let me go home that now I’m too distracted to even notice the hangover because of how many times I have to get up and pee

Louisa:

Peeing’s better than puking though

Casey:

Debatable…

I force my phone onto the coffee table because if I’m going to distract myself from thinking about Lou, it should be with writing. I have so many notes to draft into something readable. I’m going to stop distracting myself with my phone and instead distract myself with this.

I’m weak…

Louisa:

Did you bag Willie yet?

Buck:

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