Sandy gives me her best innocent look and blinks her big doe eyes rapidly. “I swear.”
“Scout’s honor,” Mikayla says with two fingers in the air.
“When were you a Scout?” I ask.
“Never,” she says with a chuckle. “But it sounded good, right?”
I scrub my hands up and down my face with a soft groan. “Can we not?” I ask them, glancing between the two of them.
“We must,” Mikayla says.
Sandy motions toward Mikayla. “I agree with her.”
“This may be the worst idea you two have ever had.”
“Not if it gets you the hot guy,” Sandy says, like it’s going to be that easy.
If Brax were interested in me, he would’ve asked for my number, right? I mean, that would seem like the way the events would’ve happened. I don’t have a ton of dating experience—definitely not as much as Mikayla or Sandy—but even with my limited knowledge, I think I would’ve known if he was interested, and he clearly was not.
“I’m not ready.”
“Will you ever be?” Sandy asks point-blank.
I sigh again. “I don’t know.”
“You’re annoying me,” Mikayla adds.
“Hell, I annoy myself,” I tell her.
They chuckle as Mikayla pats my hand again. “It’s time to stop grieving what could’ve been and start getting excited about what will be.”
“You’re so wise,” Sandy tells her with an approving smile.
Mikayla gives her a half bow. “I’m tapping my inner love goddess.”
“You two are ridiculous,” I mutter.
“You won’t be thinking that when you’re underneath that hottie, screaming out his name in pleasure.”
I let my thoughts drift to what she described. Sex with Lucas was nothing like that. It was a quiet affair. Missionary was always his preferred position, and I didn’t have a problem with that. Did he give meorgasms that had me screaming his name? Yes and no. He was successful in getting me to climax using his hands and mouth when I was able to concentrate fully. But they were never mind-blowing enough to have me screaming in pleasure.
I don’t even know what Lucas would’ve done if I’d done that. The man was silent from start to finish. I barely knew when he was done. He’d just roll off and gasp for air.
Did he ask if I had an orgasm when he was done? No. Never.
But I never pushed him because I was happy the deed was over. Sex wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t something I looked forward to with him either.
“When should we go?” Sandy asks. “Tonight?”
“No. The city’s still a mess from the storm,” Mikayla answers.
“Not tonight. I was just with him this morning.”
“Friday night, then. We’re not putting this off any later,” Sandy tells me.
“Fine,” I grumble under my breath before straightening my back in the wooden chair. “Friday night it is, and then, he’s in my past forever.”
“What do you know about him?” Mikayla asks as she starts to tear apart her cheese Danish that looks like someone stepped on it because it’s so flat.
