Within minutes, I’m out of the shower, dressed, and racing out of my apartment with my phone pressed to my ear.
Lacey picks up on the fourth ring. “Hey.”
My heart flutters with butterflies. Fucking butterflies.
“Hello, Lovely Lacey.” I can’t hold back the huge grin curling my mouth. “How are you feeling?”
She lets out a soft, satisfied laugh. “Really good.”
My chest puffs with pride. “Where are you?”
I start toward her apartment, anxious to be near her, to admit every soppy feeling turning me into one of her romantic leads.
“Almost to the professor’s office.”
A phantom vise tightens around my chest, and I stop walking. How did I forget about the professor? “You’re talking to him today?”
“Yeah. After yesterday, I’m feeling very… energized and motivated.”
Horny… She’s feeling horny because of my cock, and she wants to see the professor?
The ache in my chest is back with a vengeance, twisting and sawing until the organ feels mangled and useless.
“Thanks… for yesterday.” She lets out a soft sigh, and my palm prickles, remembering her hot pants as I muffled her moans. “I was a little freaked out because we’re friends, but it was…”
“Perfect.” I look up to the sky and swallow the lump thickening my throat.
“Yeah.” The smile in her voice tears at my fractured heart.
“Thank you. No one else could make me feel so different but also like nothing had changed. You’re the best friend a girl could have.”
Friend. Fucking friend.
I want to blurt out everything I’m thinking and feeling, but I can’t.
Just because I’ve decided Lacey is all I need doesn’t mean it’s fair to demand the same from her.
My shy, sweet, horny little butterfly wants her own experiences and inspiration. She doesn’t need her friend begging her to want him when she’s just breaking free of her cocoon and finding her wings.
She needs to do what she wants, and I can’t stand in her way.
I turn back to my apartment, wanting nothing more than to bury my head under the blanket until this sick feeling tightening my gut disappears. “Call me later. I want to hear all the dirty details.”
I don’t.
But I’ll listen and pretend it was me.
CHAPTER TEN
Lacey
I stare at my phone. Olly didn’t stop me.
Why would he? We said one time; did I really expect him to declare his undying love?
No, but telling me to call him with all the dirty details makes my chest ache in a way I’ve never felt before. Doesn’t he care that another guy will touch me?
My skin tingles with the memory of Olly’s pressed against it.
