Thus, the Dolly question.
Ping!
In this case, I imagine Dolly would keep banging the hot guy and try not to think too hard about it. But I’ve been an overthinker since the womb, and it’s getting harder and harderto justify what’s been going on. There’s an expiration date to this little sexual bubble Dallas and I are living in, and it’s fast approaching. If I have to lie to one more person and say we’re “still looking at our calendars” to set a wedding date, I might go stark raving mad!
Ping!
And that’s not even considering Ryder. He finally asked point-blank if we’re getting married like his mom and stepdad. We basically said that, as best friends, living together and marriage aren’t really that different, and that we’d make a decision on it later. He accepted that answer, but the kid is way too perceptive to keep believing it for long. Questions are coming, and I don’t want to lie to him. I’m damn sure Dallas doesn’t want to either. It’s just asking for trouble.
But with no Prince Charming in the wings, this breakup plan of Dallas’s isn’t looking good. Not to mention, I seem to have lost interest in finding anybody suitable. Nobody can really compare to Dallas when it comes down to it. He makes me happy. Sigh.
Ping!
God dammit, people!
I hang up the towel and flip my phone over again to see what fresh hell awaits.
Frankie: Personally, I don’t think you should change your last name. Sweet is too perfect
Skye: Just tell me to mind my own business. I only want you to be happy.
Pops: My door is always open if you need me, darlin’
“Oh god, y’all, you’re killing me,” I say as I adjust my pajama top. This set is new and shows my boobs off to perfection, if I do say so myself.
But I’m not dumb enough to ignore the number one rule about people. When someone tells you who they are, you need tolisten. And Dallas has made no mistake over the years about saying and showing who he is. He’s always up for a good time, but he isnotthe settling-down type. Period.
And I’m not the type he’d want to settle with even if he were! I swear, one look at how perfect he and Hallie looked side by side at church was reminder enough that Dallas’s type is the furthest thing from me. I’ve never been—nor will I ever be—thin, perky, proper,orpoised. I lean more toward voluptuous, cheeky, sarcastic, and tired.
Ping!
The writing is on the wall. We’ll go back to being “just friends” soon, and, in addition to being deprived of the best sex of my life, I’ll be on deck as the favorite topic of gossip once again—this time for not being able to hold onto the town stud.
Perhaps I should reconsider Archie’s advice and look into convent life. Except nuns aren’t allowed to have sexorbabies, so screw that. No, I need to visit a sperm bank and probably move to Italy.
Ping!
Yet here I am getting ready for bed and dotting perfume behind my ears. “You’d better stop if you know what’s good for you, girl.” Oh god, is talking to yourself another sign of perimenopause? I stare myself down in the mirror one last time. “You know what? You’re right, Dolly. Screw it!”
Then I leave my pinging phone where it is and take my ass into the bedroom, intent on screwing the hell out of Dallas. Even if it could be for the last time. I find him lying on his back, head of messy golden-brown hair resting on a pillow and one hand thrown over his eyes. His firm chest is bare, the white top sheet pulled up to his waist.
“Truth or dare?” I ask.
His arm falls to the side, and he blinks at me in the doorway, his mouth curving in a naughty smile as he takes in my pajamas. The silky top dips down in a low V that perfectly showcases the ladies and falls just north of my waist. It’s paired with short tap pants in the same vivid blue with tulip vents at either side for easy access.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the dirty thoughts running through my brain.”
My lips tip in a self-satisfied grin, and I prop one hand on my hip. “Truth or dare, Dallas?”
He chuckles and pushes himself to a seated position, back resting against the headboard. “I’m pretty sure the last time we played Truth or dare, we were still in high school.”
I take a few steps closer, reaching back into my memory. “And if I recall correctly, you ended up in the river. No surprise there.” What I don’t mention is how we almost kissed.
“A man ain’t a man if he doesn’t follow through on a dare. Even when it’s cold as a witch’s tit.” He fakes a shudder.
I come closer and drop my butt to the bed. “Come to think of it, have youeverchosen truth?”
“Now, why would I do that when a dare is so much more fun and unpredictable?” God, he’s like a big kid. No wonder he and Ryder get on so well.
