Chapter 9

“What do you mean you had sex with her?” Enzo exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “I told you–I just opened the door, and she kissed me” I said, smiling to myself at the memory. “And she spent the night here? Holy shit!” he laughed in disbelief. “I know, right?” I said, now laughing too at how stunned he looked. “You lucky bastard! And here I thought you were too shy to even talk to girls” he teased. “Well… she did most of the talking, so” I shrugged. He threw a pillow at me in response. “But what about her boyfriend?”. I didn’t want to go into what had really happened–not yet. I needed to talk to her about it first. “They broke up” I decided to say. “What, just like that? Out of nowhere?” he asked, confused. “Well… do you really care?” I replied, hoping he’d drop it. “Nah… you got laid, girl! Hell yeah!” he grinned, jumping off the couch to give me a hug. “I’m just glad you finally found someone” he added, “Now you won’t be a pain in the ass only for me”. “Oh, shut up, Enzo. I know deep down you love it” I said, hugging him back. “So… are you guys a thing now, or what?” he asked. I hesitated. We definitely weren’t a couple–but we weren’t strangers either. “I don’t know” I admitted. “What do you mean you don’t know? You had sex, you took her shopping, and she spent the night here. Seems pretty obvious to me” he pressed. “I’m not sure” I said more quietly. “There’s a lot going on in her life right now, and I don’t want to pressure her into anything”. He sighed and gave a small nod. “Fair enough. Now go get ready, biatch!” he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and got up. “Out of all the sperm to win the race…”. He laughed and chucked another pillow at me.

I threw on a black compression shirt and a pair of grey sweats. “Are you going to the gym or what?” Enzo snorted, clearly entertained by my simple outfit. “Ha ha” I deadpanned, brushing past him. “Sorry for wanting to be comfortable. And, where the hell are we even going anyway?”. He gave me that are you deadass right now look. “You’re joking, right? Girl, we have the shoot today. It’s the last day. How did you forget that?”. I froze. His voice started fading as my brain scrambled to process those two words he had just said; last day. My heart sank. When was she leaving for LA? How the fuck did I not know? The panic swallowed me whole. I didn’t respond. I just grabbed my bag from the couch, wore the nearest pair of sneakers, and went out the door. “Y/n, wait!” Enzo shouted after me, but his voice barely registered. It was distant, like he was yelling from afar. My mind was spiraling–thoughts racing, none of them good. Every scenario ended bad. I had no time to think. I just needed to see her.

On the way there, we stopped to grab coffee. I got a freddo espresso, Enzo went for some sugar-loaded milkshake and then, kind of on impulse, I grabbed that weird drink she once said she liked–Yerba Mate or whatever it was called. I had no idea what it tasted like, had never even heard of it before she mentioned it. But if she liked it, then… yeah. That was enough for me. When we arrived at the set, she was already there, talking to a woman I’d seen with her before but couldn’t quite place. I gave Enzo my bag. “Hold this for a second” I said and walked straight toward her. “Hey” I said softly, holding out the can, “I got you this”. She looked at it surprised. “Hey… Oh. Thanks” she said with a small smile, polite but distant. Not exactly what I was hoping for. I hesitated, then just asked the thing that had been eating me alive, “When are you leaving?”. Her eyebrows shot up–definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Tonight” she said after a pause. Then she looked down, “Late”. “How late?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but it came out a little too fast. A little too… something. “Not sure. Around eleven. Maybe later”. It hit me harder than I thought it would. I looked at her for a second, trying to keep my voice even. “Will you come by my place after the shoot?” I asked. I was basically begging at this point, but trying to keep it together. I bet I had that expression again, the one that made me look like a sad puppy. She took a breath. “Sure. Yeah” she finally said. Before I could say anything else, the woman from earlier called her name, something about her flight. “That’s my sister” she said quickly, glancing over, “I’ll find you after we wrap, okay?”. And just like that, she walked off toward her. Her sister. Huh… interesting. I turned back to Enzo, who was sipping his milkshake like nothing had happened. “So?” he asked, “What did she say? When is she leaving?”. “Tonight” I said, still watching them from a distance. “And that’s her sister… Did you know that?”. “No idea” Enzo said, tilting his head, “But now that you say it, yeah–they kinda look alike”. I let out a slow breath, “How did I not notice that before?”. “Because you were only looking at her, dummy” Enzo said, glancing at Sabrina with a grin. I smiled a little and gave him a soft punch on the arm. He wasn’t wrong.

We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging around the crew–talking, playing Uno, reading our books when things quieted down. At some point, I excused myself to the bathroom to fix my mascara. I had started crying from laughing too much and of course, I’d forgotten I wasn’t wearing waterproof. I leaned toward the mirror, wiping the smudges beneath my eyes. My abs were showing through the compression shirt, and the veins on my arms popped just enough to be noticeable. Probably the heat. Or maybe the stress. Either way, it didn’t feel like enough. People always told me I looked fine–some even said I should gain a little weight. But they didn’t get it. Because they didn’t know. And they never would. Only Enzo did. He’d seen the worst of it. He was the one who stayed, who helped. That’s why I was two months clean now. Still, the guilt didn’t just vanish. I still felt like shit when I ate too much ice cream or when I let myself relax around friends. It sucked. Being nervous made it worse, and right now my hands were borderline shaking. She was leaving. What if I didn’t see her again? What if I didn’t talk to her? Didn’t kiss her? I tried to calm myself down–took a few deep breaths, stared at the mirror like I could convince myself I was okay. Then suddenly, the door creaked open. She stepped in. We both froze. Her eyes found mine instantly. “Y/n… I know what happened between us was–” she started, voice quiet but already emotional. “No,” I cut her off. I wasn’t ready for that conversation. Not here. Not now. I stepped closer, “shut up”. I gently tilted her jaw and kissed her–soft and slow. She could’ve pulled away, could’ve stopped me… but she didn’t. And God, I had missed the taste of her lips. Well, of her other lips too, but one step at a time. When I finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, eyes a little dazed. “I’ll wait for you outside when we’re done here, okay?” I said quietly. She nodded, still breathless. I turned, opened the door, and walked out like nothing had just happened. “I’ll go get the car” I told Enzo. “I thought we were walking back to your apartment?” he frowned. “Sabrina’s coming over later. I don’t want to walk”. His expression shifted immediately, “Oh. Got it. Then I’ll head back to my place”. He didn’t question it. He never did. I walked over and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you” I whispered. He squeezed me tight, then gave me a small nod, as if to say go.

I practically sprinted back to my building, grabbed the keys to my Lambo and drove like a maniac back to the set. I didn’t even bother parking properly–just pulled up and waited in the car. The second I saw her walk out, I jumped out and opened the door for her like I was chauffeuring royalty. She slid in without a word and I drove us back in silence. Enzo still had the dogs at his place, so the apartment was quiet. No barking, no distractions, just… us. “Do you want anything?” I asked after she sat down on the couch. “Just water” she said softly. Her voice was tight, almost shaky. She was nervous too. That made me feel slightly better, at least I wasn’t the only one who cared. I brought her a glass and set it down on the coffee table. Then I stood there, awkwardly hovering, unsure of what to say. My heart was thumping against my ribs like crazy. “So… you’re leaving” I said, almost under my breath. I sounded defeated. I was defeated. “Yeah” she said quietly. “I really had a great time with you. And thank you for all the gifts and–“. Wait. What? No way she was giving me that speech right now. “And what?” I asked, frowning, already bracing for the worst. She took a deep breath. “And… I don’t want us to stop.. this”, she gestured between the two of us, finger waving vaguely in the space like it held our entire situation. Something shifted in my chest. Hope. “Me neither” I said fast, maybe too fast, but I didn’t care. “Actually–” I paused, a reckless idea already forming. “I can fly to LA. I have a jet”. It sounded even more insane when I said it out loud. I wasn’t even proud of owning one–I argued against it forever–but all my advisors had insisted; business trips, Asia, Europe, blah blah blah. And if it could cross oceans, it could damn well take me from New York to LA for her. She stared at me, stunned. Then blinked slowly, like her brain was catching up. “Can you actually do that?” she asked. “Sure I can” I said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “For you”. It sounded cheesy as hell, but she smiled. So, maybe cheesy worked on her. “My flight leaves in an hour” she said. “Please let me drive you to the airport” I asked, almost whispering. “Okay” she said instantly. I smiled, and then, I stepped closer and kissed her. Soft at first. Careful. Then she climbed on top of me and suddenly it was chaos. The sweetest, most unhinged chaos imaginable. I laid back on the couch and she followed still on top of me. Her lips were soft and deliberate, her hands moving over my body. And as for me? I must’ve been doing something right, because I kept hearing these soft, breathy moans leaving her mouth. And louder ones when I kissed her neck–especially when I hit that one spot near her collarbone. Not to brag or anything, but I gave her a hickey on the right side of her neck. That was for sure going on my resume.

I stood there, watching her jet take off, fading into the sky until it disappeared completely. It didn’t make sense. I’d probably see her again in a few days–maybe a week at most. But still, the moment she left, this dull ache settled in my chest. I called Enzo and told him everything. He didn’t say much on the phone, just muttered a soft “I’m coming over” and hung up. He showed up twenty minutes later with wine and that look he always gave me when he knew I was barely holding it together. I didn’t even try to pretend I was fine. “I don’t know why I’m crying” I mumbled at one point, wiping at my face. “You don’t have to know why. It’s okay” he said, pouring me a glass and handing it over. I took a sip and leaned into his arms. He didn’t push. He just sat there with me. And before I even realized it, I had drifted off, curled up on the couch, wine glass still half-full on the table. It was the first time I’d legit slept in days. I had forgotten how much I love sleep.

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Heyyy! Hope you liked these two chapters!😉 I was thinking of making a chapter from Sabrina’s side, tell me if you’d like it in the comments!! Especially now that y/n had some sleep lol. Anyways,

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