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“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, Mitch. You’re off the hook.”
He nods. “I’m going to go. I need to get back to the kitten.” He gestures at the blanket he placed over my naked hoohah. “Itdidn’t feel right to go to the bedroom to find something for you to wear, so…”
“Yeah, this is fine. Thank you.”
“I can help you up.”
“I think I’ll just stay on the floor for a while.”
He clears his throat. “Your legs probably feel weak right now, but they’ll get stiff again, so you should walk around.”
“Well. I guess that’s another lesson I’ll have to learn by making yet another mistake.”
He nods and looks at the front door, then back to me. “Are you okay?”
“Sure. Thanks for the ride.”
He frowns at that. “I’ll see you at the gym on Monday. Right?”
I give him a thumbs-up. Like an emoji-diss, but with my actual thumb. I hope it feels as cold to him as the lack of kissing did to me.
He takes a few steps toward the front door, then says, “I saw Hairy Styles while you were passed out. He looks good.”
I nod. Give him another thumbs-up.
“You should drink more water before bed,” he advises. I lazily watch his butt as he walks away, and then he goes out the front door. Before he closes it all the way, he says, “Do not forget to lock this.”
Thumbs-up.
And he’s gone.
I hope he doesn’t text me that he had a nice time tomorrow, so I can be mad at him for something other than being way too good at oral sex. And for not reading my emails. And for being so hot. And for not kissing me or touching my boobs. And for not letting me love him the way I want to. And for not being madly in love with me the way he could have been if he’d just waited for me to catch up eight years ago.
CHAPTER 18
BRAD
Fitness Journal—Sunday, March 9
Today’s Intention:1. Keep all parts of my body away from all parts of her. 2. Do not text her. Not even about the kitten. Do not say, write, or think her name. 3. Decide on a name for the kitten. 4. Definitely do not read the emails.
THE 4 F’S OF GOOD FORM
FUEL:6:00 a.m.—Fucking Daylight Savings Time. This morning I lost an hour, last night I lost my mind.
Four scrambled eggs, half cup cottage cheese, steamed broccoli. Black coffee. Gave a spoonful of scrambled eggs to the cat and she went nuts for it. First Googled whether or not it’s safe for cats to eat, instead of texting she who shall not be named. Should have done that when I found the kitten yesterday.
Going to meal prep for the week before leaving for the marina so I don’t have to make any decisions about food. Even though the only thing I want to eat for the rest of my life is her—nope!
FIRE:I will channel all my energy into business development tasks for the gym expansion this week, starting with today’s meeting with Larry. I will not find a market analysis of Portland’s aging population filed away inside her vulva.
Her tight, warm, impossibly wet, inviting—nope.
FORTRESS:Blasted through a bullshit “short on time workout” of burpees, squat jumps, and mountain climbers for an Instagram paid sponsorship with a new brand of electrolytes this morning. That’s it. That’s most of my exercise for the day.
I need to rebuild my mental fortress of solitude. Being on a boat with Larry all day will give me the distance and emotional reset I need.
FRACTURES:7:00 a.m.—Didn’t want to eat breakfast because I could still taste her on my tongue this morning and smell her on my fingers. Will visualize scrubbing her from my mind while I shower today so Larry doesn’t comment on my “Pussy Face” and force me to talk about how my unexplored Scorpio tendencies led me to punish her by making her come on my face.
