~ SIENNA ~
Today’s Friday. The Friday I have been waiting for all week — till yesterday.
My thumbs danced around my phone keyboard as I drafted a cancellation text to Rum Telly. If I wasn’t going to provoke a reaction from Harry, I had no desire to spend my evening with a superstar who probably had fifty times more bodies than songs — and he had lots of songs.
We had spoken only once since he took my number. He called the very day we’d met, a few hours after I’d gotten home. Our conversation was brief but densely flirtatious, just like it had been at Gavin’s studio. By the time we hung up, the details of our date were already sitting in my inbox.
[Aurum Noire. 8pm. Come thirsty.]
I couldn’t tell if the last statement was literal or figurative but it didn’t matter anymore. I decide
