about all I’ll have to do tonight, performing will be a welcome distraction from all things Collin Danes.
Passing by a costume lingerie store, I spot the most sinful-looking green loin cloth number with green leather vines for straps. Now, I had my outfit picked out from before – a tiny khaki skirt, khaki bra with fur and corded up Grecian heels. I would have paired the ensemble with a jeweled head band with my red hair in a big braid swept over my breast. But seeing this outfit, I just have to buy it.
As I hurry to make my way into the store, I bump into someone, almost crushing the box with the pastry in it.
“I’m so sorry,” the man apologizes, reaching for my hand to keep me upright.
“ You’re damn right, you oughta be sor–” The sassy remark dies on my tongue as I look up into the smooth face and grey eyes of Collin’s friend, Luke. I really had no intentions of ever seeing his friends again, much as I liked them.
“Hey, Weekend,” he says, smiling wide.
“Weekend?”
“You know,” he pauses then launches into a horrendous version of the song I had danced to when I reunited with Collin.
“ Ohhh,” it dawns on me. “ Weeknd !”
I start la ughing and he joins in. I haven’t laughed since…Saturday maybe? And it feels so good to do it.
“ Where are you scurrying off to, little squirrel?” he asks.
“You have all the nicknames, don’t you?” I deadpan.
“I use nicknames so I don’ t have to actually remember names,” he confesses and I laugh again, unattractive snorts doubling me over.
“ You really are a man-whore aren’t you?” I ask when I’ve pulled myself together, but really, it is a fact.
“ You wound me,” he mocks hurt feelings, putting his hand over his heart. “I just enjoy the female population. Everyone needs love too, right?”
At his mention of love, my face falls. Yes, eve ryone deserves love. So why can’t I get the love of the person I so desperately love? Do I not deserve it? Maybe it isn’t meant to be with Collin. As I think about it, my heart shatters. I’ve never thought to be with anyone else but him. If we hadn’t reunited last Friday, I know without the shadow of a doubt that I would have tried to find him. Would he have been interested? Would he have been married? Would he have had children? The pain is just too much to think about.
Engaged.
I sink my fingers into Luke’s forearm as I try to steady myself from having another fainting episode.
“Whoa, easy there, tiger.” He places his hands on my waist and I fall into his chest and start crying all over again. He lets me cry, rubbing gentle circles on my back.
“ Nothing to see here, people. Move along,” I hear Luke instruct. I bet people are just staring at the spectacle: an emotional wreck of a woman, crying into a man’s arms on a public sidewalk. Pathetic.
I quickly pu ll myself together then blurt, “I’m buying that outfit.” Yes, shopping can solve the world’s problems. No? Well, it certainly does mine; that and food.
Dragging Luke with me into the store, I find the loin cloth outfit and pay for it, but I guess Luke isn ’t finished.
“ Hey,” he calls from one of the racks. “Try this.”
Luke is holding up a black leather panty set with a black garter that has a leather whip attached to it. The outfit also com es with a pair of sky high fuck-me thigh boots and a spiky leather choker.
“You must be out of your mind!” I, all but, scream.
The cashier looks at me then at Luke, where she gives him a wide flirtatious smile. He winks at the petite brunette and she melts as her face heats. Rolling my eyes, I stroll over to him.
“Come on, Tiger, for me? It’s a fantasy of mine to come to a store like this, have a woman try on some sexy clothes for my entertainment then fuck her senseless,” he begs.
“What the fuck?” I gape at him then shake my head, smiling. “You are a sick, sick man, Luke.”
“ Come on,” he cajoles. “From what I saw
Passing by a costume lingerie store, I spot the most sinful-looking green loin cloth number with green leather vines for straps. Now, I had my outfit picked out from before – a tiny khaki skirt, khaki bra with fur and corded up Grecian heels. I would have paired the ensemble with a jeweled head band with my red hair in a big braid swept over my breast. But seeing this outfit, I just have to buy it.
As I hurry to make my way into the store, I bump into someone, almost crushing the box with the pastry in it.
“I’m so sorry,” the man apologizes, reaching for my hand to keep me upright.
“ You’re damn right, you oughta be sor–” The sassy remark dies on my tongue as I look up into the smooth face and grey eyes of Collin’s friend, Luke. I really had no intentions of ever seeing his friends again, much as I liked them.
“Hey, Weekend,” he says, smiling wide.
“Weekend?”
“You know,” he pauses then launches into a horrendous version of the song I had danced to when I reunited with Collin.
“ Ohhh,” it dawns on me. “ Weeknd !”
I start la ughing and he joins in. I haven’t laughed since…Saturday maybe? And it feels so good to do it.
“ Where are you scurrying off to, little squirrel?” he asks.
“You have all the nicknames, don’t you?” I deadpan.
“I use nicknames so I don’ t have to actually remember names,” he confesses and I laugh again, unattractive snorts doubling me over.
“ You really are a man-whore aren’t you?” I ask when I’ve pulled myself together, but really, it is a fact.
“ You wound me,” he mocks hurt feelings, putting his hand over his heart. “I just enjoy the female population. Everyone needs love too, right?”
At his mention of love, my face falls. Yes, eve ryone deserves love. So why can’t I get the love of the person I so desperately love? Do I not deserve it? Maybe it isn’t meant to be with Collin. As I think about it, my heart shatters. I’ve never thought to be with anyone else but him. If we hadn’t reunited last Friday, I know without the shadow of a doubt that I would have tried to find him. Would he have been interested? Would he have been married? Would he have had children? The pain is just too much to think about.
Engaged.
I sink my fingers into Luke’s forearm as I try to steady myself from having another fainting episode.
“Whoa, easy there, tiger.” He places his hands on my waist and I fall into his chest and start crying all over again. He lets me cry, rubbing gentle circles on my back.
“ Nothing to see here, people. Move along,” I hear Luke instruct. I bet people are just staring at the spectacle: an emotional wreck of a woman, crying into a man’s arms on a public sidewalk. Pathetic.
I quickly pu ll myself together then blurt, “I’m buying that outfit.” Yes, shopping can solve the world’s problems. No? Well, it certainly does mine; that and food.
Dragging Luke with me into the store, I find the loin cloth outfit and pay for it, but I guess Luke isn ’t finished.
“ Hey,” he calls from one of the racks. “Try this.”
Luke is holding up a black leather panty set with a black garter that has a leather whip attached to it. The outfit also com es with a pair of sky high fuck-me thigh boots and a spiky leather choker.
“You must be out of your mind!” I, all but, scream.
The cashier looks at me then at Luke, where she gives him a wide flirtatious smile. He winks at the petite brunette and she melts as her face heats. Rolling my eyes, I stroll over to him.
“Come on, Tiger, for me? It’s a fantasy of mine to come to a store like this, have a woman try on some sexy clothes for my entertainment then fuck her senseless,” he begs.
“What the fuck?” I gape at him then shake my head, smiling. “You are a sick, sick man, Luke.”
“ Come on,” he cajoles. “From what I saw
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