“Five feet and five inches,” he says under his breath as I hear the movement of the tape in the background. “Okay, got it. Now what?”
“Hold it up against your body and tell me where it comes to on you.”
“The very top is right below my shoulder. Why?”
I let out a content breath. “It’s perfect.”
“What is?”
“I’ll fit right in the flat part of your chest, and you’ll be able to wrap your arms around me without having to bend down or lift your arms at a weird angle.”
I close my eyes and imagine what that would feel like. His warmth pressed against me as I wrap my arms around his waist. Or even better, I’d bring my arms in against my body, placing my hands under my chin, and let him hold me completely.
“You really would fit perfectly,” he says, and I can tell it’s genuine.
“I can’t wait to feel it for real,” I say.
“Me too. I promise it won’t be the twenty days.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Yeah. I don’t think I can wait that much longer,” he says with a chuckle.
“‘You don’t love me; you just love my doggy-style,’” I say, all dramatic-like.
The laugh that escapes his lips echoes around him even more since he’s still in the garage, and I crack up along with him.
Only time will tell.
16
Day 16
April 11
My face is flushed, and my pulse is starting to race when my phone rings. The familiar clapping of “Centerfield” by John Fogerty turns my face even warmer.
I slam the paperback book I was reading down on the couch and take a deep breath. My mind was already racing, my desires building out of control.
Jeannine, my friend in New York, sent me a book—Black Widowby Lauren Runow—that she said was her favorite by this author. I had known she read dirty books, but holy hell, this book is going to make my little predicament with Drew even harder.
No, I’m not a sexual deviant, and I’ve never met guys on Tinder for a quick fuck, so I should be used to going a long time without sex, but now that I have Drew around, it’s been even harder.
It’s like a Girl Scouts Thin Mint cookie. You don’t crave them year-round, but when they’re around, you want to devour the entire box over and over and over again. Thin Mints are always the first to sell out, and this is why.
Drew has become my Thin Mint, and it really sucks, knowing he’s right there, staring at me to attack him, and I can’t. This is worse than any diet I’ve ever been on.
I close my eyes and swipe to answer the phone call.
“Hello?” I say, mad my voice didn’t sound as level as I’d hoped.
“Hey. What’s going on?” he says.
I try to hide my laugh, wondering if I should tell him what’s really going on.
Oh, you know, I’m over here, thinking about masturbating to a really dirty book. How about you?
I go for nonchalant instead. “Just reading a book.”
