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“Damn, look at you living your wildest life, Gail,” Luce grins. “So, did you have to do any training or something?”
I burst out laughing. “Training?”
“Yeah,” she cackles, waggling her eyebrows. “Like learn how to be submissive and shit?”
Shaking my head, I scoff. “No, Luce, it isn’t like that.” I don’t know if that’s true for everyone, but it is for me.
My instructions were clear; do what the guys wanted. Sure, I have received a small heads-up about their specific kinks, so to speak. One of them wants me to do as he says, without being too willing, whatever that means. The other wants the relationship experience.
When I asked Cupid’s Court how to best deliver those two things, which sounds contradicting to me, I was told that’s my job to figure out. Excitement spreads through my body as I consider my options, and there’s no denying how much I look forward to it.
“Look, you have to tell me everything about it afterwards, okay?” Luce says, interrupting my thoughts.
“During the after cigarette? Or can I wait until the next day?” I grin, loving how easily she’s accepting this.
Luce purses her lips, doing her best to look put out. “I suppose I can wait until the next day if I must,” she laughs. “Seriously though, you do you, Gail. I would never judge you.”
Right now, I can’t for the life of me remember why I was scared to tell Luce. She’s always had my back, and despite the lies she had to tell me about herself and her family, I know now that our friendship was always real.
“I know, buttercup,” I say.
And because she’s an ass, she changes the subject completely. “You know your parents will freak when they see your new hair, right?” She smiles slyly.
Don’t I fucking know it? I love my family, and they love me. No sob stories or misunderstandings are preventing us from being together. But they’re so… safe. They taught me to be a good girl, and I listened for twenty-eight years. I know they won’t understand, just like I know they’ll see my new hair as me acting out—or a cry for help.
None of that matters right now, though. All I can think about is two days from now, and how I’ll be spending my New Year’s Eve. Hopefully welcoming the new year with a bang, literally.
“Oh, Sy’s here!” Lucia suddenly exclaims. “And he brought company.”
“No,” I whine, already knowing who’s here with him. “I should leave.” Damnit, if I’d known Mickey and Soren would show up, I wouldn’t have been drinking alcohol. I really need my wits about me when those two are nearby. Self-consciously, I pull the hood on my zip-up hoodie over my head, hiding my hair behind the fabric.
Luce cackles. “You know it,” she winks.
The door opens, and in walks Sawyer, Luce’s husband, flanked by his two best friends; Mickey, the left defender for the Sabertooths, and Soren, their goalie. Gah, those two are like sin personified, and I have to try my best not to drool or say something exceptionally stupid, like, “Is it too late to change my mind about that threesome?”
“Well, are we making it a party or what?” Soren smirks as he comes to sit down on my right.
“Hell yeah,” Mickey answers, taking the seat on my left.
Luce just smiles deviously at me, so I maturely flip her off and mouth, “Fuck you.”
The guys buy rounds upon rounds of drinks, and the talk is as easy as the one time I was alone with them here at this very pub.
“So Gail,” Soren says, casually throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Are you ever going to remove the hood and let your hair fall down?” At first, I think he’s teasing, but the husky quality of his tone suggests otherwise.
“Actually,” I gulp, feeling put on the spot.
I don’t get to finish making up an excuse before Luce suggests we go to the bathroom. She’s using that tone that tells me I need to follow her, so I do. When we get into the small cubicle, she tears her scarf off and hands it to me.
“Umm?” I ask, looking at the fabric like it’s offended me. “Do you want me to hold it?”
“No, dummy,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “I want you to wrap it around your hair instead of hiding behind your hoodie. It’s awkward, and it looks like you’re trying to hide yourself like… like… a chastity belt for your hair.”
I sputter. “Like a what?”
She impatiently moves behind me and skillfully begins to wrap the scarf around my head in a makeshift fashion… do. Is that even a thing? I have no idea how to describe it, but she’s right, it looks better than hiding my hair behind the hoodie.
Proving just how amazing she is, Luce never once asks me why I’m hiding the dual colored hair I was so excited about. And I’m glad that she doesn’t, because I’m not sure I have an answer. I just kinda feel like I want to show it off for the first time on New Year’s Eve.
