Well...almost nothing.
“I don’t know; I saw the bulge in those jeans when you walked out.Pretty sure he knows what he’s doing too, and I love that for you.”
I have to tell her.Or tell someone about what happened between us.Maybe then they would understand this isn’t about not wanting to let my hair down.Yet Freya comes to mind, and I know she needs to be the first person I talk to about this.
Still...“What if that someone did something shitty that was only kind of his fault?”I ask.“Would you give him a chance to do another shitty thing?”
“I would still say fuck it.Live a little.I don’t want to be the cliché chick, but people can change.I get wanting to give multiple guys a chance rather than giving one guy multiple chances.I do.Two chances is not a bad thing.It’s not like you are stuck with him for the rest of your life,” she assures me, but then takes one look at my face.“Unless that’s what you need from him.I mean, each to their own.I just don’t think you need to be picky when it comes to someone who clearly knows what they’re doing.I’m team orgasms.”
“Firstly, how do you know he knows what he’s doing?”I question, even though I know she isn’t wrong.“Secondly, I’m pretty sure you stopped dating a guy because he didn’t know his way around a computer.”
“Firstly,” she remarks tartly.“I’m good at sussing people out.He’s too confident not to be good at fucking.Secondly, it was way worse than him not knowing his way around a computer; he didn’t know how to play Call of Duty, and that fucker ruined my perfect score by playing on my account.”
I rear back at the anger in her tone.“Okay, calm down, woman.”
She straightens her top.“Are you going to go down there and fuck his brains out?”
My eyes widen.“No, I’m not.”
“You really should.The bulge wasreallybig.”
I narrow my eyes on her and start guiding her out of the room.“I think the heat and the alcohol have gone to your head.”
“I’m perfectly fine,” she promises me.“I can do this pep talk all night, but I would hate you for letting me when you could be doing something more enjoyable.”
I fight hard not to laugh when I get her in the hallway.“Goodnight, Magnolia.”
Her shoulders drop.“Fine.Be that way.But don’t come crying to me when you’re all moody and shit tomorrow.You have the perfect solution downstairs.”
I chuckle.“Goodnight.”
I close the door, smiling wide when I hear her muttering about chasing the orgasm.
If only she knew.Reid might be the guy you take home for a good time for some girls, but what I feel, what I thought we shared, goes beyond that.I can’t separate the two.I don’t know how.Not with him anyway.
Just like I don’t know how to hold myself back.It had been easier when I hated him.But now I know that night wasn’t as simple as him leaving with another girl.There are more cards in play.
And it’s a game I don’t want a repeat of.
