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feel him there, and I badly wanted every glorious inch of him back.

8
     
    Sunday morning rolled round, and as per our unspoken routine, Jess and I caught up.
     
    “My gosh, I’ve been seeing you a lot lately! How many times has it been this week—three?” I laughed as she wrinkled up her nose at my question. “Guess you’re making up for my hermit weeks, huh?”
     
    She rolled her eyes as she passed me a takeaway cup. “I got you a latte, darling. It’s not in a glass, though. Do you think you’ll survive?”
     
    I shook my head, exhaling. “Yes, yes, very funny, pass it here.” There had been a continuing joke that followed me around like a bad smell. Many years back, Jess and I took a road trip together through the back blocks of Italy, ending up in a very derelict little town. I had gone into the first and only café on the main street and asked for a latte in a glass. The woman stood and scoffed at me, stating, “We don’t have glasses, but I can make you one in a cup—it will taste the same.” I wasn’t impressed, and neither was she.
     
    “I grabbed the paper too,” Jess was gushing. “God look at his face, he’s soooo hot, I’d do him any day. That lucky cow, being attached to him!” She flopped herself back on my bed, waving her legs in the air like a school kid. “Imagine, you could buy a designer handbag every single day. He probably has six platinum cards!”
     
    She started reading out loud whilst bouncing up and down in excitement. “Our wedding is going to be a small affair,” she coughed, gasping for air, her eyes popping out of her head as she continued to read. “Five hundred guests will join us at a twilight ceremony at the Castello Sforzesco, followed by an intimate dinner at the Four Seasons Hotel Milano. The bride will be wearing a silk Vera Wang ivory gown, and the groom has had a custom-made Leonard Logsdail suit flown in for the occasion. The wedding will be on May 1.”
     
    I grinned, watching Jess and her silliness, as I relished in the divine taste of crushed beans in my mouth. “What are you going on about, Jess?”
     
    She sat upright on the mattress her bright blue eyes sparkling mischievously.
     
    I dissolved into laughter with a quizzical look on my face “Jess, who are you talking about? Another WAG to be, huh? There are so many famous people wandering round at the moment, it’s hard to keep track of them all. It seems all you need to do to become famous is make a sex tape.”
     
    “Oooh, I should make one then!” She cackled, winking at me as she dropped the paper on the coffee table in front of my knees.
     
    “Sexy, huh?” She smiled, ruffling her hands through her glossy, golden locks. “Imagine being with him.”
     
    My face must have hit the floor.
     
    It was him. Again . On the front page.
     
    I flipped over the paper in a wave of panic, hiding his face as I stood up and walked into the kitchenette. I went there for absolutely no reason, other than to get as far away as possible from his printed face.
     
    “Oh my god!” she shrieked, jumping up and down in hysteria.
     
    I turned to look at her with tears welling in my eyes.
     
    “You’ve had sex with Daniel Anderson!! And now he’s sending you roses every day!! I can’t believe it. You lucky mole! What’s he like? I want to know everything.”
     
    I bit my lip, shaking my head. “I can’t do this, Jess,” and I stepped out onto the balcony, leaving her alone as she bounced up and down on the broken tiles inside. As my tangled hair blew around, unaffected by my lingering thoughts, I wrapped my arms around me to ward off the cool air that cut through my bones.
     
    Now with a plan to escape, I sashayed inside and straight to the grey wooden wardrobe next to my bed. Getting down on my hands and knees, I pulled out my father’s old suitcase from under it. The day he walked out, he never even bothered to pack. Thanks, Dad, my mocking mind uttered.
     
    “What are you doing?”