It’s clear glass, so it’s hard to make out the detail, but it’s about eight inches long with a rounded head and—OMFG.Is that a dildo?
“Please tell me you didn’t make a cock in your glass blowing class.”
She snorts with laughter and sashays across the room, flopping down on the end of the bed. “I so did. You should’ve seen Ronan’s face when she had to critique it.” She thrusts the toy toward me and I have no choice but to take it. “Got an A on it too, because my bullshit explanation was fire.”
No surprise there. Haley’s mastered the art of delivering off-the-cuff creation stories with unflinching sincerity.
“Do I even want to know?” I tilt my head to admire the lifelike veins along the shaft. I may be a virgin, but I’ve seen enough sex toys to know what a proper cock looks like.
Hales shrugs. “Probably not, but that doesn’t mean you get to tuck it away in a drawer. That baby needs to be on display.”
So not happening. “My mom would have heart failure if she saw this sitting on my dresser.”
Haley waves off my protest and flops back on the bed. “I’ll bet the old broad has a major kink and you just don’t know it.”
“Eww!” I screech, dropping the dildo and covering my ears. “Can we not talk about my mom’s hopefully non-existent sex life?”
“Fine, but for the record, I think your mom would fully support owning your sexual health.” She shifts onto her side and props her head up on her hand. “What are you working on? Please tell me it’s a new article for The Collegian.”
I shake my head. “Nope. No article this week.”
“Why not?”
“Nothing to tell. It’s been a quiet week.” I scrape my hair back into a ponytail and secure it with a hair tie from my wrist. “I spilled tacos on myself in the Quad, but that’s like a two on the scale of one to Quinntastic.”
Haley’s face falls. “Really? That’s all you’ve got?”
“Try not to look so disappointed.” I toss a pillow at her. She catches it and props it under her head. “What can I say? I had a good week. Not even one disaster.”
Which is pretty much a miracle.
“Not even at the Sig party?” Haley grins. “That is impressive. Noah must be so proud.”
I pull a face at the mention of my brother. He’s still on my shit list after last night. “Nope. No sexcapades last night. I actually spent the night playing beer pong.”
That gets her attention.
“You? Played beer pong? And no one got hurt?”
“Is that really so hard to believe?”
Haley lifts a brow, letting her eyebrows do the talking.
Smart woman.
“Cooper and I had quite the run, if you must know.” I shoot her a smug grin, remembering the way his hand felt cupping mine. “We won six games in a row.”
Not a house record by any stretch, but damn good, given my lack of actual skill.
“You were hanging out with Cooper DeLaurentis again?” Haley sighs, a wistful look on her face. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are? There’s no shortage of women who’d give their left ovary for a night in his bed.”
Irritation sparks in my chest—Cooper’s more than a freaking sex object—but I tamp it down. It’s not my place to defend him. Besides, she’s not saying anything I haven’t thought a hundred times.
How’s that for hypocrisy?
“Maybe that’s why he enjoys harassing me.” I pause, considering. “Because there’s zero chance of us hooking up.”
Not with his virgin rule and Sig Chi’s hands-off sibling policy.
