Page 8 of Christmas Sunrise
"It's rather strange he was travelling for work on Christmas Eve," Jenna muses.
"Oh, of course it was a line. He's probably travelling back to his darling husband as we speak."
"Don't assume that..." Jenna gives me a loaded look as she twists further in her seat to look back at me.
"Why not? It softens the blow that he didn't even ask for my number." I surprise myself by admitting.
"Everyone likes a soft blow," Marty quips but both Jenna and I continue to ignore him.
"Did you ask for his?" she asks me.
"No, but I got on my knees for him in an aeroplane toilet and swallowed his load. I believe I made quite enough effort for one afternoon."
"Oh, Jake, what if you want to see him again?"
I roll my eyes at my sister. "Jesus, Jenna. I didn't tell you this because I wanted you to find it romantic and think we would waltz off into the sunset together. I told you this because it's exciting and scandalous and exactly the kind of chaos you love me for."
Jenna waits a beat before replying, the way she always does when she wants me to really listen to her, "Jake, I don't love you because you're chaotic. I love you because you're you."
"I love you for you too, Sweet Cheeks," Marty affirms.
I throw my hands up in front of me as if to dismiss their declarations of love. "Are you saying I sucked a multi-million-pound penis for no good reason?"
"That is actually a very good question, Jake. Why did you suck his cock?" Jenna levels at me.
"Did I mention he was hot?"
"But there are a lot of hot men in the world, Jake. Are you going to suck all their dicks?"
"Coulda woulda shoulda," I sing-song.
Marty snorts and Jenna sighs.
"I'm not shaming you. I will applaud you until the end of time if going down on men in Ryanair bathrooms is how you want to spend your free time, but I'm just not so sure thatishow you want to spend your time."
"It beats stamp collecting," I say grumpily and stare out the window. Turns out none of this is actually making me feel particularly good.
"What did he do to you?" Marty asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Did he wank you off? Suck you off? Return the favour in any way?" Marty looks at me briefly in the rear-view mirror.
I pull my cheeks in between my teeth as I pout.
"Oh, he didn't," Marty mumbles.
"It was a short flight," I attempt.
"Orgasms are not always the end goal," he points out.
"Of course they're not." Jenna nods.
"You know I wish I hadn't said anything," I say sourly.
"I'm sorry, Jake," Jenna offers and reaches back a hand that finds one of mine.
"I should have picked my audience better," I state resolutely. "As if you two loved-up monkeys even remember the excitement in a random hot hook-up."
