Ship It by Evie Blum

Author:Evie Blum [Blum, Evie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Print Statement
Published: 2022-12-06T16:00:00+00:00

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It’s dark in my bedroom, but I can hear my phone buzzing on my nightstand. I paw around for it in the dark and finally find it. I’m groggy, but quickly waking up, worried that something’s wrong.

I see “N” on the screen and pick up. “Nathan?” I say, sleepily.

“Hi, Sarahhh,” he drawls.

“Hi, there?”

“Sarah, can I come up to your place? I think I’m nearby.”

“What? Nathan, how do you even know where I live?”

“I must be just drawn to you. I used my Sarah-sense, and I found you.”

What?

I’m so confused right now, but I can hear the sound of a car driving by and someone honking from the phone. I simultaneously hear the same honk in real life and realize he really is near my place. I get up and stumble over to my window and see him downstairs on the sidewalk, still in his beautiful suit, looking up like he’s waiting for manna from heaven. There’s a car driving off and a few people are yelling out the window at him in an encouraging way. What the hell is going on?

“Oh my god, Nathan. I don’t know how you got here but go to the entrance. I’ll buzz you up. Come to the fourth floor.”

“Oh, Sarah, my hero, my heroine, my heroin . . .” he starts to sing.

I press “End call” and run my hands through my hair. I quickly turn on my bedside lamp and look down. I must’ve fallen asleep in my cocktail dress on top of my covers. There’s no time to change.

I run to look in the bathroom mirror—not great, not terrible—and gargle some mouthwash really quickly. As I run to the door, a bit of last-second inspiration hits me, and I scroll like a madwoman through iTunes. What’s good make-out music? I have a sudden inspiration and start a Glass Animals playlist and think to myself that I better open my door soon, so he doesn’t start knocking on doors this late at night to find me.

I open the door and find the funniest sight greeting me. Nathan’s got his suit coat off, slung over one shoulder, and one hand propped on my door jamb, like some Frank Sinatra wanna-be. I laugh.

“Hey, there, hot stuff. Whatcha doing here?”

“Sarah, I had to see you.”

“Come in.”

“Sarah, I had to see you.”

“Yes, you mentioned that,” I say in the patronizing tone one uses with toddlers. I suspect he’s had a few more drinks since the last time I saw him.

“I had to see you in that beautiful dress. You kept it on. I had to see those beautiful eyes of yours and those amazing legs of yours.”

While he’s been talking, I’ve been walking backward, while he’s been walking forward, and now I’m up against the wall in the hallway to my bedroom. He’s leaning, above me, against the wall on his forearms, boxing me in, with his face close to mine.

“I had to talk to that . . . smart brain of yours.”

I tilt my head, amused by his strange choice of words.

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