“No,” he says, all humor gone. “No, it’s not wrong.”
“Just stupid, huh?”
Reaching over, he squeezes my knee. Damn it if that doesn’t send a jolt right to my core. “No, it’s not stupid. This app might be, but trying to use it to get what you want isn’t stupid. I should be more supportive.”
I hate how wet my panties are from being this close to Decker and having him touch my bare thigh. “Thank you.”
“I don’t suppose you’ve eaten yet.”
“No, although, he did think I would snack on, and I quote,big cock,which really wasn’t that impressive.”
We stop in front of a restaurant, and Decker turns to gape at me. “You saw him naked?”
“Almost. He stripped down to his boxers. Then looked confused when I wasn’t letting him ravage me after telling me my hair color is stupid and I need to lose weight. He had a chubby that was barely noticeable.”
“But he referred to himself as big?”
“Yeah, he was going to gag me with it. I really should’ve thought this one through before selecting it.”
He chuckles. “And the biker, too?”
“Okay, that one had potential. But he also offered to let me snack on a hot dog for dessert.If you know what I mean.” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “It has to get better. It just has to.”
He gets out of the car and walks around to my side, holding a hand out to help me out of the low sitting vehicle. It surprises the hell out of me. “I don’t even… There are no words for this, Holly. None.”
“You’re not used to being around girls who say more than,Oh, Decker! More, more, more!Throws you off your game a bit, doesn’t it?”
He winks. “You’d know what they say better than I would, you listening creep.”
“The walls are thin!” I exclaim as he opens the restaurant door for me. “And your headboard hits the wall with tremendous force. I’m surprised you haven’t broken through the drywall yet.”
“What can I say? I’m vigorous.”
I hate how that immediately puts visions of us together in my mind. I’d love to learn firsthand how vigorous he can be, but I need more.
“Yeah, sure,” I say and follow him to a table in the bar. “Whatever you say.”
Feedback
Cowboys and Baristas
Lesson learned: Do not go to the date’s house.
I’ve finally hit the Cowboy trope, and I’m honestly excited. Preston looks handsome and rugged in his photo. I just hope he’s not a fake cowboy like Benny was a fake biker. And Thomas was a fake… whatever the hell that was.
In my mind, I picture a six-foot-something man wearing tight jeans and a cowboy hat. Every time the door opens, I glance over in excitement.
Except Preston never walks through the door.
My phone lights up with a message from the app. Not from Preston.
BENNY B.: Want to get together and try another time? ;)
Yeah, like that’s gonna happen, buddy. Delete.
“Preston must be running late,” I say to myself and walk up to the counter and order a latte.
“A little late for coffee, isn’t it?” the barista behind the counter asks.
