I’ve seemed to have met my match sexually. Brad’s sex drive is as high as mine.
Not to mention, he really has a knack for eating ass.
Yet another thing I’ve grown to really like about him.
I throw another piece of my belongings into my bag. I fuckinghatethat we have to leave.
I never wanted to go on this stupid fucking camping trip and now here I am, ready to kick and scream, begging not to go back home.
“Noah?” I hear a soft voice coming from outside of the tent.
Confused, I unzip the tent door and climb out. Thankfully, I had a shower before any unexpectant run-ins. I was covered in our ‘evidence’ all morning.
I climb out and raise my eyebrows when I take in who it is.
“Oh, hey Dakota.” I shake my hair out of my eyes and look her over. This is…random. “What’s up?” I ask.
She’s standing there, excitedly with her hands behind her back and basically bouncing on her toes.
“I remembered you were leaving today so I thought I’d come say bye.” She bites her bottom lip, looking me over from head to toe.
“Oh! Well, that’s really nice of you but—”
“It was really nice to spend time with you again...like old times. ” She steps forward. “Actually…I came here last night to tell you, but…you and your step-dad sounded...busy.” She smiles suspiciously.
My mouth falls open, then closes again.
“Dakota.” The words tumble out of me as I try and explain myself. “He’s not my step-dad. He’s just dating my mom and I—”
“Relax. It’s not like I’d tell anyone. Plus…I don’t judge you. ” She steps closer, playing with the trim on the tent.
I swallow deeply, taking a step back.
“You don’t?” I ask, purely out of curiosity.
Her brows furrow. “We used to be close, remember? Why would I ever judge you?”
Memories of us in first year of high school, flickers through my mind. We used to get into trouble with a bunch of friends under the bleachers, during sports games, hell, one time I helped her egg an exes house. Wedidhave fun together.
She wasn’t just a friend…she was mybestfriend.
“Seeing you and hanging out…it felt nice to do it again.”
My brows raise. “Yeah, itwasnice—”
“And, if I’m being honest,” she interrupts, “I hated that we lost touch after…”
My heart drops as I realize what she’s about to mention. My dad wasn’t the only person I lost. Friendships dwindled the more I shut down. I just didn’t realize it mattered.
“How about this,” she says, breaking me out of my head. “I’ll give you my new number and you can call me if you ever feel in the mood to…I don’t know—get away or get into trouble. Either works.” She winks.
Before I can answer, she grabs my arm. Taking out a pen from her back shorts pocket, she scribbles her name and number on my arm.
“See ya, Noah.” She smiles, stalking away.
I look down at the number jotted down on my arm.
That was…strangely sweet.
