Before she leaves, she bends over and gives me a soft kiss on my cheek.
And then she’s gone.
And I’m freaking the fuck out.
What?
I hate how vulnerable I am around her. I hate how she makes me feel so exposed. I hate that all my normal defenses simply crumble away around her, and I just want to be giddy and to kiss her every waking moment.
This truly has never happened to me.
Am I going crazy?
What was last night? What was all that effort? The fireworks?
I don’t do that. I take girls back to hotel suites, fuck them, then let them go back into the wild. I don’t do any of the stuff I’ve done with Josie.
Playboy, my ass.
My hand is shaking. My heart-rate is super elevated.
I know what I have to do.
I need a way to think straight.
I call my brother August. The phone barely rings before he answers.
“Victor?”
“Hello, August.”
“There must be a problem if you’re calling me,” he says with a smug tone.
“No problem is happening, brother,” I reply. “Well, actually...”
“I knew it. A problem. What’s up?”
The smart bastard...
August is a doctor - a pediatrician, in fact. One of the best in the country. He’s worked hard to be where he is today. We might be totally different personalities in that he’s gone into medicine, and I entertain people for a living, but we still have the same Penmayne work ethic - that’s something that binds all of us Penmayne brothers together.
I know that August is way too damn busy to follow the news, especially trivial tabloid gossip - he won’t know shit about Josie and me, which makes him the perfect candidate for me to call and get all this craziness off my chest. He’s so damn smart and level-headed. Surely, he can explain how my dumb brain is malfunctioning.
“Okay, if I explain this to you, I don’t want you laughing me out of here...”
My brother is already laughing.
“Go on, Victor,” he says. “I promise I won’t laugh too much. Tell your brother what your big old problem is.”
I sigh. Maybe revealing all this is going to be a big mistake...
“It’s a girl, August.”
There’s a long pause.
“What do you mean? A girl? What have you done, Victor?”
“I’ve got myself involved with a girl, August.”