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I hang up, wipe myself quickly, flush the toilet, then wash my hands. I splash some cold water on my face and take a deep breath as I straighten my dress down.
"What am I doing?" I whisper as I stare at my reflection. "You should go home," I lecture myself. "You should really go home." I point at myself in the mirror. "Don't be a bad girl that could be on Girls Gone Wild. You've gone all this way in life without doing anything crazy. Just go home. Go home." I stare at my reflection and burst out laughing because…
Chapter Fourteen
Kingston
"I thought you went swimming," I say to Skye as she comes back into the living room. Her hair is wavy now, and her white dress is flowing against her long legs.
"I got lost," she says, then giggles. "Okay. I didn't get lost. That was a lie."
"I had a feeling it was a lie. My home is not that big."
"Yeah, I guess that's what all the women say to you, huh?" she sways as she winks flirtatiously and I just shake my head. I’ve never seen her like this before.
"I think you know that women never say that to me."
"If that's what you want to think, Kingston," she says.
"So what were you doing in there so long? Or do I not want to know?"
"That's really inappropriate of you to ask me why I was in your restroom so long." She stares at me. "What if I had a bad belly or something?"
I wrinkle my nose. "Then I guess it would serve me right for asking."
"I was actually on the phone with Elisabetta. You remember her, my roommate and best friend?"
"Yeah. How is she?" I think of the pretty brunette.
"She's about to go out on a date."
"What?" I stare at my watch. "At this time?"
"I know, she's crazy. It's a Tinder date. They're going to go for a drink and who knows where the night, or morning, will end?" she says. "Do you have any water?"
"Of course, I have sparkling and still. Which would you prefer?"
"Ooh. Do you have Sanpellegrino?" she asks, laughing.
"I do. Would you like some?"
"You do not have Sanpellegrino." She looks surprised.
"I do. That's why I said I do."
"You're just so rich."
"I'm rich because I have Sanpellegrino?"
"Yep," she says with a giggle. I stand up and head to the kitchen and open the fridge. I take out two glasses and pour us both some water.
"Are you hungry? Do you want anything else?"
"No, I'm good."
"Would you like any more wine?"
"I don't think so." She shakes her head then hiccups. "I've had way too much wine. In fact, maybe I should get going." She nibbles on her lower lip nervously. "It's been a really fun night, but…”
