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My phone vibrated. We both looked down at it. There was a new text message from Theo. Of course.
“I’d really like to, Ben, but…”
“Yeah.But.” There was some bitterness in his voice.
I didn’t blame him for that. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t sit with me at lunch anymore, or if he didn’t come by my room with his dog. I didn’t blame him for feeling like he’d wasted time flirting with me when he could have been with Annabel from the wardrobe department, but I was also certain that he’d be with her later that night anyway. I looked forward to hearing all about his penis from her in the morning.
I didn’t check the text from Theo until Ben had finished his salad and left our corner of the table to go talk to the Assistant Director.
Theo: No seriously, say hi to Ben for me.
Me: No. Seriously. Say hi to all of your fangirl/girl toys for me.
I looked out at the desert surrounding our catering tent, and wondered how long it would take for my lady parts to dry out and turn to dust. It was too hot to be mad at Theo. I was just resigned to more confusion, unfulfilled desire, frustration, and a relationship that I no longer understood or recognized.
I didn’t want to look at Theo’s response. But I did. Of course I did.
Theo: Gemma. There hasn’t been anyone else but you for weeks.
