She grabs my hands. “Thanks for telling me. I know that’s not easy. How long has she been using?”
“I was a drug baby.”
“Shit,” she says, and I meet her serious gaze with my own.
“I don’t know who my dad is, but clearly he couldn’t have been that bad because I’m not all that bad, am I?” I joke, but there’s nothing funny about it. My mom always told me I was like my dad, but not knowing who he was ate at me. Not so much these days, though.
“I don’t know,” she jokes. She pokes me. “No, you’re not bad at all. But this explains why you’re emotionally unavailable.”
I scrunch my face, leaning into her. “Actually, Mom and Dad have nothing to do with that,” I admit. “My ex cheated on me.”
Her eyes widen. “Smut, you are dropping bombs on me today. Are you fricking kidding me?”
I shake my head, smiling. “I wish I were.”
“Do you need me to kick her ass? Humiliate her? Who is she?”
I lean back, chuckling to myself. Of course, Cecily would offer that.
She continues, “I love getting revenge. I’ll fuck her next boyfriend.”
That squeezes my gut because for a second, I forgot that this isn’t exclusive. That we aren’t anything but friends. And that fucking her ten minutes ago was mere practice, nothing more.
“I’m kidding,” she says. “About screwing her boyfriend, but I will so get revenge for you if you’d like. I’ll stick her toothbrush in the toilet, exchange her shampoo for Nair. Oh, I’ll throw eggs at her car.”
I shake my head, closing my eyes. “Honestly, you sound like my mom.”
She smiles. “Your mom and I would be best friends.”
I smile at her, looking at her smile. Her lips that taste like fucking candy. God, she really is perfect. My eyes drop back tomy hands. “Ce,” I murmur. “I want you to know that I respect you.”
“Oh, my god, Dylan.” She rolls her head and pushes me. “Come on. We’re past that! Don’t get sentimental on me now. I need more practice.”
“Practice with what? You’re solid.” I nod. “You don’t need any more practice.”
She chuckles. “Smut, I’m pretty sure I was squealing like a fricking pig when you made me orgasm with your mouth.”
I smile, trying to hide it. “Yeah, well, that was hot. Ten out of ten, Ce. I could come to the sound of that.”
She falls onto the couch. “Are you telling me you’re done with me?”
I turn to her. “Rate me.”
She shrugs, playing with her hands. “Ten.” Her eyes meet mine.
“Really?” I lay back with her and purposely lean my body against hers. She doesn’t seem to mind.
“Yes.” She smiles. “I’m going to make that smoothie now.”
I follow behind her. “I’ll help.”
My way of helping is pressing the button on the blender. She sits on the counter and watches me pour the smoothie into two separate cups.
“Are you still hurt over your ex cheating on you?” she asks when I hand her the cup.
I take a sip and shrug. “Apparently, it was my fault.”
She scoffs. “No. What a frick.”
