“There has to be something you didn’t tell me. Any boys you met or hooked up with? Drunken nights with friends? Arrested for anything crazy?” Leaning in, I hold my breath, hoping for a crumb about her personal life.
She rolls her eyes at me. “You asked the same questions every weekend, and you already know that I am not like that.”
My friend might be tame, but she’s not so innocent, and I can tell when she’s hiding something.
She huffs out a sigh. “Fine, I might have made out with one guy, but it was nothing crazy, and we barely got to third base.”
“Yes, I knew you were keeping something from me. I want all the dirty details.”
She shrugs. “That’s it. There’s nothing else to tell, sorry.”
Sighing, I rub her shoulder in disappointment. I still don’t understand why Em is so shy and reserved when it comes to talking about her own sex life yet loves to talk about everyone else's.
Changing topics once again, I offer to help her unpack.
She wiggles her brows while we walk to her room. “You must catch me up on Mike and Luis.”
Laying a hand on my hip, I ask, “Oh, soI dohave to tell you the nitty gritty?”
“You know you want to,” she sasses back.
My shoulders slump. “You know me too well.”
Em smirks and we start heading toward her suitcases.
“So tell me, how’s Mike?”
Mike and I were acquaintances until we ran into each other during the summer around the West Village. We got some food and then headed back to his place since his parents were out of town. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, and neither was I, so it worked out well.
“He’s good.”
Emma’s head snaps up. “Uh-oh.”
Avoiding her stare, I continue unpacking her clothes. “What? I said he was good.”
“Yeah, whenever you say that, it usually means the opposite.”
“Well…” I trail off. “He was a little vanilla, but he wasn’t terrible. A C plus if I were to grade him. But an A for effort.”
“Oof. Not the pity ‘A for effort’. Are you going to keep seeing him? Is he being respectful of your agreement, unlike the asshole who must not be named?”
I cringe at the mention of David. “Yes, I am, and yes, he is. Although…”
Emma stops what she’s doing. “Although what Kamila? Is he hurting you in any way? Because I will kick his?—”
“No, no, nothing like that.” My hand lands on Em’s shoulder to calm her down.
“Jesus, don't scare me like that.” She lets out a harsh breath, blowing her blonde curtain bangs off her eyes.
“I am going to take it down a notch with hookups this semester.” Clearing my throat, I focus on folding her clothes. “Luis was starting to catch feelings for me, so I broke it off with him yesterday in person before we slept with each other.”
Emma sits on her bed, looking at me with her baby-blue eyes.
“Kami, not every guy is like David. David was a narcissistic asshole.”
“I know?—”
“And while I understand wanting to slow things down, it’s not like you were hooking up with somebody different every night. Which even if you were, it wouldn’t matter. It’s your business and your life, don’t let anybody else tell you otherwise.”
