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Chapter 29

Sanya
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’m nervous. I place a shaky hand over my jumpy belly to quell the butterflies
mucking about. Ah, hell, I’m thinking in British. The last time we had
uninterrupted alone time, we’d spent the entire weekend naked. I don’t know
what Henri is planning to do. I want Henri. I’ve had him, and I know it will be
phenomenal. But I can’t seem to shake the feeling that this is different. We are no
longer two horny people scratching an itch. If we have sex this time, the paradigm
will shift further to something far more important than satiated friendship.
I oil my damp body and pull on my night shirt. Like the rest of the day, it’s
French inspired. It’s a black, short sleeved shirt that lands at my knees. It reads Oui,
Oui, Oui in flirty, cursive white and soft pink letters. I take a look in the mirror. My
face is clean, smooth and void of makeup. I run my fingers through my hair. It’s
still slightly wavy, but the humidity has added some of my natural curls. I take a
deep breath and exhale. There is no point trying to style it. It’s just movie night.

My bare feet pad across my room. I pluck my phone off the charger. I have a
text.
Chanel: JUMP ON IT!
I laugh to myself before responding.
Sanya: It’s just movie night.
Chanel: No bitch, It’s Netflix and chill.
Sanya:Gurl, bye. I’m turning off my phone.
Chanel: I would too…
I laugh harder when she sends me the eggplant emoji. I stop stalling and cross
the threshold into the hallway. I hear the television; it’s on ESPN. Typical. The air