“I—we—what?”
She smirked at him.
“We haven’tfuckedyet,” Adonis muttered. “Just…other stuff.”
Clarisse squealed. “Tell meeverything.”
Adonis finally filled her in on everything, though he spared her the most graphic of details about his encounters with Bash.
“So, it started on trivia night?” Clarisse gasped when he was done.
“Well, it didn’tstartthen, but that’s when I noticed he was…”
“Hot and dominant as fuck?” Clarisse finished for him.
“To put it delicately, yes.”
“This is even better than I was expecting. So, do you talk when you’re not hooking up? Like, do you hang out?”
“We text, but we don’t really hang out.”
“How often do you text?”
“Every day.”
“Just coordinating your next hookups, or…?”
“I mean, there’s that,” Adonis admitted. “But it isn’tjustthat. We talk about our lives, or classes, or just how our days are going. Like, he was in the Netherlands over Fall Break and sent me lots of photos of what he was doing. And photos of his dick.”
“Jesus Christ. So, you’re basically dating.”
“No, we’re not.”
Clarisse gave him a highly skeptical look. “You’re hooking up,andyou’re talking every day about your day-to-day lives, and he’s sending youpicturesof his trip? I’m gonna start working on my maid of honor speech.”
“Good god, Clarisse.”
She reached across the table to squeeze his hand. “No, I’m happy for you, Adonis.” A look of concern flitted through her large, dark eyes. “That is, if you’re happy? Is this what you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do youwanta no-strings-attached sexual relationship with him?”
“Yes, it was partly my idea. Neither of us has time, actually, to date someone right now. We have to schedule our fucking hookups on ourcalendars. Imagine if we were actually dating.”
“Dating is hard, especially when you’re a student athlete,” Clarisse confirmed. “But, hey, Jane and Weston have made it work.” She shrugged. “And maybe me and Robbie will make it work. What’s to say you and Bash couldn’t make it work?”
“My mother.”
“She doesn’t have a problem with you being gay, does she?”
“No, not at all. It’s more of a problem with the concept of dating, which she thinks will distract me from skating.”
Clarisse nodded. “I see. Anamária, single-minded as anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Well,” Clarisse said. “As long as you’re not just feeding me a line, and you really are happy with this arrangement, then I’m happy for you.”
