Crazy

YARA

"What the fuck!" Billy gasped. She laughed as she said, "That's wild. Whoa!"

"It's crazy." Her eyes twinkled.

"I know," I said with a knowing smile.

It had been crazy alright. The elevator had stunk of sex and sin. We walked out sweating from every pore in our body, our breaths fast and erratic.

I expected a small crowd to pool outside the ground floor with their cameras on standby when we walked out but it turned out to be deserted.

"You loved that dress," Billy said with mock sadness.

"Fuck you. I still love it." I groaned. "I have no fucking idea what madness made me motivative him into ripping it apart."

"It's called sexual urge." She stuck her tongue out.

That night I stayed up unable to find sleep. I rolled on the bed restless while I thought about Will. I wondered what he must be doing at 1:26 a.m.—sleeping obviously.

I thought about the woman who interrupted our kiss. Will explained she was Naomi, his best friend. She had intimidated me when I saw her hug Will with her ho