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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Jordy

Me:

I haven’t heard from you all day.

Lola:

I’ve been busy, and I had a run in with Graham.

Me:

Are you ok?

Lola:

I’m fine, but I’m already in bed. I think I have a stomach bug.

Me:

Do you need anything?

Lola:

I’m sure I’ll be fine in the morning.

Me:

If you need anything, let me know.

Lola:

You have two games this week. You can’t afford to get sick.

Me:

I don’t give a shit about that. Bundled up in my apartment and being sick together sounds oddly nice.

Lola:

I bet you’re a terrible patient.

Me:

The worst. Having you look after me would make me feel better.

Lola:

If you so much as even suggest I wear a nurse’s outfit…

Me:

Already online and ordering you one . *Adds to basket*

Me:

When can I see you again?

Lola:

Hopefully in a few days.

Me:

That feels like a lifetime away.

Lola:

You saw me last night. You’re so needy.

Me:

Wrong… that’s you… remember when you begged to come all over my cock last night? Mmm? Needy… that’s you.

Lola:

I have no idea what you are referring to...

I laugh to myself as I glance down at the sketch I finished earlier and consider sending her a photo, but don’t.

Instead, I send her a question I’ve been desperate to ask.

Me:

Have you ever thought about what it would be like to date each other… like properly date?

She takes far too long to reply, making panic crawl up my throat. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked her. Then a reply pops up.

Lola:

Yes.

Thank fuck.

Me:

Would you like that?

Lola:

We can’t always get what we want.

Me:

But what if we could?

Lola:

You would have to invent a magic time machine to turn back time. Then, I think I would have everything I wanted. But like everything in life, Jordy, it’s just a dream. A wish unfulfilled. Goodnight, Jordy xoxo

A wish unfulfilled?

Not if I have anything to do with it.