Anything else?
Again…
Horrible idea. I heard you the first three times. What do you say, Callie Carlisle, will you be my sex instructor?
Twist my arm why don’t you.
Perfect. I expect lesson number two tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Why not tonight? If I ask, I come off too eager though.
Just in case things go south for me in the game tonight, I don’t want to break a promise.
Yeah, whatever. That’s cool.
That wasn’t nearly as smooth as I wanted it to be.
I gotta go. I’m playing a game here. Stop pestering me.
Good luck.
:)
I drop my phone and stare at it, wanting to scroll through and read our texts over.
Did I really agree to give Foster Davis sex lessons?
When you’re crying in the hospital bed, you can point that finger right back at yourself.
But I can’t sleep with anyone else, and he’s right here. Willing and able. And asking. This time is different. It’s not like when I was dating other men or in a relationship with them. I know the score going in. As long as I keep telling myself that, I’ll be able to compartmentalize and be satisfied sexually.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Callie
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I’m late to the game because I end up taking a call from a friend of mine from college on my way out the door. It’s already in the second inning by the time I reach my seat next to Leighton. Thankfully, she doesn’t have the kids with her, so my best-friend conscience is clear.
“Hey, you.” I sit next to her. “Where are the kiddos?”
“They’re not feeling great, so my mom came over to watch them.”
I cross my legs, raising my hand to the hot dog vendor before passing my money down the aisle.
“You couldn’t have stopped before sitting down?”
I shrug. “I was in desperate need to get to you.”
She hands me my hot dog as it gets passed down the row. “I should’ve messaged you. Sorry.”
“Foster delayed me. Marathon text exchange.”
“Can I just say I don’t like this? I don’t like not being able to tell you about Hayes, and I feel like I know nothing about what’s going on with you two. You can tell me, you know. Hayes is kind of like, ‘Don’t tell me anything unless one of them is going to kill the other’ now.” She swivels her body toward mine, turning her attention away from the game.
After what I just agreed to, I kind of don’t want to watch the game, but would rather talk to my best friend.
