She waited for him to grab their jackets then followed him out the door, determined not to look over her shoulder for Damon again.
How about that? She’d remembered his name.
Of course, she’d also given Damon a handjob. Not something she often did in public. Hell, not something she’d ever done before.
Warring embarrassment and empowerment confused her, so that she was mostly silent on the drive back to her home, the low hum of Christmas music soothing in the otherwise silent car.
Jeff parked in front of her place and sat with her for a moment. “Okay. What’s up with you? You’re never this quiet. Are you okay?”
“I did a bad-girl thing at the party.”
He waited.
“I feel like a whore. But I also feel so amazingly awesome.”
“Oh, I like where this is going.”
“I also feel weird about telling you.”
“What? Why?” He frowned. “We tell each other everything.”
She studied him. “Do we? Because you wore your sexy clothes to a party we just happened to crash tonight. And you’re seeing some schmuck behind my back.”
“Well, I guess we don’t tell each other everything.” He sighed. “Look, my guy is new. And he’s special. I don’t want to ruin things.”
“By telling me?”
“By jinxing it if I say his name out loud.” Jeff shrugged. “I like him a lot, Marlie. Like, more than anyone I’ve ever dated before.”
Pleased, she leaned close to kiss his cheek. “Finally. Cupid strikes.”
“Shush, you. Now what aren’t you telling me?”
“Well, it’s just… I got naughty with Damon at the party.”
“Oh my God. Tell me more.”
She laughed, feeling her cheeks heat. Not one to be shy about sex, or about talking frankly with her best friend, sharing this felt…odd. As if encroaching on intimacy with someone special. Which made no sense.
“I, um, it was after he insulted McBoob and Ben for me.” She repeated the conversation.
“Did I say I was a fan of Damon’s before? I think I’m in love with the man now.”
“It was pretty awesome. Then I dragged him with me into an empty room and kind of molested him.”
“What?”
She blushed anew. “Let’s just say he had a super happy experience. And now he’s sending me Dick pics.”
As if on cue, her phone pinged. And there, a shot of a smiling Dick York. She flashed Jeff her phone. “You called it.”
Jeff held up a hand. “High-five, my girl. I am so proud of you!”
“For getting my stalker off?”
“For finally taking charge of your pathetic love life. Ben is an ass. We both knew that from the start.”
“Well—”
