When he pulls back, he smiles. “Sleep good, Phern.”
“You too.”
I watch him head back down the stairs and disappear into the night before turning to unlock my door.
But the moment it clicks open and I step inside, everything I’ve been holding in crashes down around me. Because this place may be mine, quiet and patchouli-free, but it still feels empty. And no matter how good Trey was he wasn’t Will.
I kick off my boots with a groan, letting them land somewhere near the door, and drag a hand through my hair, tugging at the elastic until my ponytail falls loose.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel right now. Not after that kiss with Will. Not after holding hands with one guy while wanting another. My whole body is buzzing and aching in all the wrong places.
My phone dings.
I snatch it up like a lifeline, heart stuttering, only to deflate the second I see the name on the screen.
Tish Garcia
How was the date?
Shit! Unless you’re still on it!
If so, ignore me until later.
I’m home.
Well???
It was good.
There’s a pause, which with Tish means she’s cooking up something.
Did you ever take my suggestion?
???
How convenient of you to forget.
I’m talking about what I told you at the wedding. About getting out there and getting laid.
Oh. That.
No, I haven’t given it much thought.
You should. It’ll do you some good to get out of that house and into someone’s bed.
Here. I’m sending you an article.
It has some good tips in there. You’re welcome.
Thanks.
Let me know how it goes. I’m off to the bar!
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I click the link.
“Every Place and Position a Woman Under 30 Should Have on Her Fuck-It List.”
