Yeah, I’m fucked.
Once I eat dinner and take a shower, I put on gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. It took everything in me not to jerk off in the shower since chatting with Harlow always makes me tense and tonight’s going to be so much worse.
Why did I even agree to this?
I should’ve gone with the banana option.
Harlow: Are you ready for me to call?
I re-read her message that she sent ten minutes ago.
Maybe I should back out of this and tell her I’m too tired. It’s not like she needs to learn for her date on Friday unless she plans to get a public indecency charge.
But who knows.
She’s eager as hell to lose her virginity, and I shouldn’t stand in the way of that just because I can’t have her.
Waylon: Yep.
She video calls through the app a moment later.
“Hi!” Her bright smile captures my attention as soon as I pick it up.
“Hey. How’s it goin’?”
“Great. How was the rest of your workday?”
I casually lift a shoulder. “Fine. Nothin’ special. Well, unless you consider Wildernotflirtin’ with the tour guests for once a special occasion.”
She giggles. “Sounds unlike him.”
“I know, I almost checked his temperature.”
She laughs again and it makes my heart race.
“So uh…before Ishowyou…I need to tell ya something.”
“Okay?”
“Earlier when you asked me if you should wear five-inch heels on your date, I gave you bad advice.”
“I was wonderin’ about that. My coworker, Marissa, said that most guys who are on the shorter side probably wouldn’t prefer the heels—at least not on the first date. I told her you probably didn’t know any better because of how tall you are, there’s no way for you to know from a short guy’s perspective.”
She trusts me so much, she assumes it was by accident.
God, I suck.
But if I elaborate and tell her I did it on purpose, I’ll have to tell her why, and I can’t do that.
Dating her is out of the question, but there’s no point in ruining our friendship we’re both enjoying.
“Right, sorry,” I say.
“Nah, it’s okay. I decided I’m wearin’ them anyway…for me. If he has an issue with it, then I’ll know we won’t be a good match.”
Oh. “Okay.”
“And I’m not confident he’ll show up anyway, so…” She shrugs. “But I guess that’s part of the datin’ process.”
