Page 37 of Under Pressure

Not for ME. For YOU.

Beck

For both of us then.

I blame it on the sudden weight on my eyelids for how quickly I let that go. Yawning, I turn onto my side and prop my hand on the unused pillow beside me.

I’ll be at the café in the afternoon.

After I get an IUD shoved up inside of my vagina.

Beck

I fly out in the morning.

Oh. Right. He’s been home for a while now.

Cool.

Beck

Will you miss me while I’m gone?

Not at all.

Beck

Liar.

We need to talk when you get back. I’ll explain why I did what I did today.

Beck

You’ll make me wait a week to learn why you needed my hands on you? That’s torture, baby.

Take it or leave it.

Beck

I’ll take it. You’ll be the first person I text when I get home.

Okay, relax, lover boy.

Beck

Fine, the second then. But I’m not dropping you any lower. Now you can take it or leave it.

Goodnight, Beck.

Beck

Sweet dreams, Quinny.

I barely manage to lock my phone before my eyes fall completely shut, thoughts of Beckett Rourke plaguing me all night long.

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“Did you upgrade our seats?You know I don’t like when you waste your money. I’m more than happy watching from the top row as long as I get to be there to see you.”