“Stephanie . . . ?” I frowned at my ex, curled into a ball and surrounded by a pile of white frothy material in my trunk.
“Daniel?” She twisted to stare at me. “Oh sweet Jesus thank God.”
I leaned in and dug her out. “What are you doing in there . . . ?”
She unfolded her long legs onto the pavement. “I can explain.”
“Really?” I stood back and stared at the wedding dress she fluffed out around her. “I’m dying to hear it.”
She threw back her length of long red hair. “Well . . . ”
I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t live without her. Baby, please come back home.
“Just stay right like that–”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t do this . . . naked.”
“Ya you can. You’re naked. I’m half way there. Just let me set the camera . . . beautiful. You are so fucking beautiful.”
He set down the camera and tugged down his pants. “Now, let me do this . . . getting every moment on film.”
It’s been fourteen hours on this train.
I can’t sleep.
I’m sick of my playlist and all this sun.
I just need to see her.