“Always.”
* * *
“You’re taking her out out?”
Jonah nodded, grinning like a fucking idiot. “Yeah. To that restaurant, the French-type one.”
I rolled my eyes. “She’s agreed to this?”
I liked Wren. Not in the ‘in wanted to bone her way’ but in the like as in liked as a friend way. She was good to talk to and to sit in lectures with. I knew she was into Jonah, that had been clear since we’d first met, but I didn’t think he’d be into her other than just to fuck.
“No, I’m fucking kidnapping her. ‘Course she’s agreed. Can I borrow that shirt, the Ted Baker one?”
I glared at him and reached for my wardrobe. We were in my room in our halls, playing something random on my games console. Next year we were moving into a house, five of us, where we’d have a bit more space and room to put our shit, away from the tossers who were doing physics. “Here, don’t get jizz on it when you’re wanking after you’ve dropped her off.”
He grinned.
“Seriously. Wren’s cool. Don’t fuck her about.”
“If I wanted to fuck her about I wouldn’t be spending most of my student loan on a meal for her.”
I froze and stared at him. “You actually really like her.”
He nodded. “Yeah.” He pushed a hand through his hair and went red. “I really do. I’m not staying at hers or anything and I’m not bringing her back here. Not tonight.”
I sat down next to him on the bed, leant against the wall. “I don’t think she’s slept with anyone before.”
He nodded and looked like a dog who’d just been given a really juicy bone. “I know. She kind of told me. Have you slept with a virgin before?”
I nodded. Several was the answer. Probably at least seven. “Take your time. Make her come a few times first. Get her really wet or if you’re not capable of doing that, buy some lube. Clean her up afterwards. Even if it’s going to be a one-off, you don’t need to be a dick about it.”
“It isn’t going to be a one-off.” He looked at me.
Lookedat me.
I turned my head away, knowing what he meant.
We’d been drunk. He’d asked if I’d kissed a boy before. I told him I had, once, and he’d asked me how it felt.
I’d kissed him, more than kissed him.
I’d never given myself a label because I didn’t think there was one. Predominantly, I was attracted to women or rather the personality types that more women had, but I’d had one or two encounters with men, ones my own age, just to see what it was like to be close to someone of my own gender. It was interesting.
“I’m sorry.” Two words. I didn’t use them lightly.
“I know. I know you don’t do repeats.” His eyes told me stories he’d never show anyone else.
I nodded. “Don’t be a dick with her. Not like you were with Jenna.” He’d seen a girl a couple of times and fucked her, made her think he was into something more when he’d just been after an easy lay.
There was no such thing as an easy lay. Everything came with small print.
“I really like her and I wouldn’t even go on a date with her if I didn’t think it was more than just a fuck. She’s a friend.”
I laughed. “They say that’s a good starting point for a relationship.”
He laughed, but there were nerves there.
“Make sure you wash and iron my shirt before you give it back. And clear off, I need to start this assignment.”
