He quickly sobers up. “So, the date?”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“What do you have in mind?”
I shoot him an exasperated look. “That’sexactlywhat I don’t fucking know.”
Sebastian thinks for a minute then says, “Library?”
I shake my head. “Too predictable.”
“She loves that place.”
Don’t I know it. “I want to take her somewhere she hasn’t been to.”
“Inside your pants?”
I shove him. “Fuck off. It isn’t like that with her.”
He laughs. “Oh, so you’re keeping it PG 13, huh?”
“I’m being careful with her.”
Picking up the Doritos from the coffee table, he opens it, and starts munching. “And how is it going for your blue balls?”
“Just fucking great.”
He nods. “You sound sexually frustrated.”
“I’m not,” I snarl, my hackles rising up in defiance.
I am.
He has no idea just how bad.
“You are.” He reads my mind. “I bet the porn isn’t helping either.”
“Can we not talk about it and instead focus on the date?” I deadpan.
He shakes his head. “It is important too.”
“Sebastian drop it!”
“Have you talked to her about sex? You should because?—”
“She said she wants me but I’m the one taking it slow, because I want to do the right thing.”
He pauses and his gaze locks on me. “Did you seriously reject sex?”
Letting out a tired sigh, I slowly nod. “I did.”
“Clearly, you haven’t done it before because if you did you’d know that you don’t reject a girl—especially a girl like Hope—when she asks for it. Do you know how much courage it takes to even ask for it?” He muses, “Of course there are times when you reject like when she’s drunk, high or sleepy. Basically when consent is blurred. And yes, consent is very important.”
My head rolls with all this information.
Reject. Girl like Hope. Courage. Consent.
Despite, my brain yelling me to not do it. I still do.
