“I took things too far,” I finally admit.
“Define 'too far.'“
“I'd rather not.”
“Ally.”
“Fine!”I drop the spoon into the container, giving up any pretense of composure.“I taped his mouth shut because he wouldn't stop talking, and then I...I may have...”
“May have what?”
“Sat on his face,” I wince as I say the words.Even the watered-down version doesn't sound great.
Silence.
I risk a glance at Kinsey.She's staring at me with her mouth literally hanging open.
“Yousat on his face?”
“It was an accident!”
“How do you accidentally sit on someone's face?!”
“I don't know!One second I was taping his mouth shut, and the next I was—” I gesture vaguely, unable to form the words.“It just happened.”
Truthfully, thinking about the way he pulled my panties to the side and managed to get me off without his tongue or lips is still beyond anything I thought possible.
Kinsey lets out a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a scream.“I can't believe you didn't tell me this immediately.This is the most exciting thing that's happened all semester!”
“It's not exciting.It's mortifying.”I abandon the ice cream on the counter and collapse onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.“I rode my patient's face in the training room and ran out of the room before Jay could say anything.Trying to explain to Dr.King why I couldn't have Jay as a patient anymore was even worse.”
“Okay, first of all, dramatic.”Kinsey sits on the edge of my bed.“Second of all, what does Jay think about all this?”
“I don't know.”
“You don't know?Haven't you talked to him?”
“No.”I throw my arm over my eyes.“I haven't talked to him since I left him sitting there with tape residue across his swollen lips.Even if I wanted to, what was I supposed to say?'Hey, sorry I nearly suffocated you with my labia.Can we forget that ever happens while I continue to tape your thigh for the rest of the semester?”
Kinsey is quiet for a moment.Then she starts laughing.
“This isn't funny!”
“It's a little funny.”She's full-on cackling now.“Oh God.He's going to come looking for you, isn't he?”
“No.”
“Yes, he is.”She wipes tears from her eyes.“He's an athlete, Ally.They don't quit once they have their sights set on someone.Trust me—I'm engaged to one.”She raises her hand, flashing that obnoxiously gaudy ring on her hand.
“Jay doesn't have his sights set on me.He was just...flirting.Playing around.It didn't mean anything.”
“Ally.I think it's safe to say it means something after you sit on a man's face.”
I groan, pressing my palms against my eyes.“Can we please stop talking about this?”
“Fine, fine.”She's still grinning as she looks at her phone and giggles.
“What?”
