“Lord! Don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed.”
“He rejected me!” I throw up my hands in exasperation. “Literally shoved me off him like I tasted gross or something.”
I had called both Anaya and Noor to tell them what happened the very same night.
“I’m not saying he couldn’t have had more tact. But you can’t let one bad experience stop you from getting laid.”
“I’m not chasing Nathan.” Lest I want to look like a stalker.
“Who said go after him again? He’s not the only man on the planet.”
“I’m not interested in sex.” I stalk into my walk-in closet, clad in my robe. “With anyone.”
“This fuck-me dress.” She points at herself next. “Combined with my magic hands that’ll turn you into a minx, will have men swarm around you like bees to honey tonight.”
“Do you know who else brings scream-worthy orgasms?”
She cocks her hip. “You mean, a vibrator?”
“Yes.”
“That’s just pathetic, Aru.” Setting the dress aside, she marches to my side and pushes me to sit in front of my dresser. “It’ll never compare to a real man who can tease and caress you.”
“A vibrator won’t break my heart.”
“Unless the battery dies. That shit hurts as bad as a breakup.”
She utters it so seriously that I burst out laughing. “You’re nuts.”
“All I’m saying is if a man flirts with you tonight, don’t be afraid to be daring.”
“Why is my getting laid so important to you?”
Her loving gaze meets mine in the mirror. “Because I’ve known you since we were teens and you’ve never been single. It’s not a bad thing and has its perks.”
She’s right.
I’ve always been in a committed relationship. I had two boyfriends in high school, then I met Aryan in college and we fell hard and fast. Out of them, I only slept with two.
“Perhaps it’s time you enjoyed the perks of being single and let yourself be young and wild.”
“I guess they must be fun,” I joke. “Since you take advantage of those very often.”
She skirts her gaze away, making a noncommittal noise.
Very odd. “Anaya?”
“I’m thinking a smoky eye look with a dark purple shade-”
“What are you hiding?”
“Nothing,” she utters too quickly.
“Don’t you dare.”
Twisting, she leans her hip against the edge of the dresser. Waving her hand, she casually confesses, “I may be seeing someone.”
“Seriously?” I grin. “Why would you hide that?”
