After getting myself off, I dry off and look at myself in the mirror, smiling because I know that Forrest is starting to buckle, and as much as he thinks he doesn’t want me, he absolutely does, and fighting it is getting harder.

I’m going to crack that tough exterior before long and enjoy one hell of a night with him that we will walk away from and wish we had done it sooner. He can give me all the bullshit that he is looking for a relationship with more, but he has had one-night stands before, so what’s one more before he finds the happy little wife to live the rest of eternity with?

Because that sure as fuck won’t be me.

* * *

It’s been weeks since I caught up with my sisters and mother, and the text message in our group chat this morning is Mum’s polite way of reminding me of that.

Mum: I was just checking my diary, and I must have missed our next dinner because I can’t find it in there.

She knows full well it’s because we haven’t booked one in, but we all humor her after my sister sends a side message in our sister chat that Mum’s not in.

Amanda: Who can do the 27th at 7pm?

Harper: Not me, but the 29th lunch or dinner 30th, does that help?

Rachel: Let’s do lunch the 29th then we can go out afterwards without her.

Jumping back into Mum’s group chat, I’m laughing to myself as we humor her with pretending that it had already been organized.

Harper: It’s because it was a lunch this time, you must have forgotten to put it in your diary. The 29th at 12pm at The Ritz.

I reply while I’m messaging my assistant to book the restaurant for me.

Mum: Oh, silly me. I look forward to it, I’ve been missing my girls.

We all heart the message and then jump back to talking in our girls’ chat.

Rachel: We need to find her a hobby besides lunches with Ivy and being the happy wife of Oliver.

Amanda: When did she become so needy? These dinner/lunches are getting more frequent.

Harper: Give her a break, we are her hobby. She is just being a good mum. We are lucky.