“You don’t care that we just did that...” I point in the direction of the bathroom. “And I’m talking about having another guy over.”
“No.” Dante lifts his glass and clinks it against mine before leaning on the counter across from me. He’s studying me and it makes me uncomfortable.
Do I want him to care? There’s this tiny part of me that craves a little jealousy, a little possessiveness. Especially with what we just did.
I take a sip, refraining from gulping down the whole glass. “I’m not used to this.”
“What’s that, pip? Being with multiple guys?” Dante drinks his wine.
My cheeks burn as I think about what I’ve done and who I’ve done it with. But that’s not what I’m talking about, at least not all I’m talking about. “You know I’ve had a crush on Wyatt forever.”
Dante nods and cocks a grin. “I noticed.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t subtle about it.” I swallow a few mouthfuls of wine. “So, I didn’t really go out with guys I actually wanted to date, because I didn’t want anyone else.”
This is hard, but this is all stuff he probably figured out a long time ago. Dante always seemed to be there to lead me off or distract me if I got too close to Wyatt.
“This isn’t new information, pip. I could tell you didn’t like any of those men. And I can tell you like Drew.” He swirls his wine. His pale blue eyes capture mine. “Are you worried about staying away from Wyatt?”
I shake my head and set my glass on the counter. Fuck, I don’t know how to say this without saying this. I cover my eyes with my hands.
“I’ve never done what I did with you.” Yup, confessing while not looking at him is much easier. Maybe I could just text him and make it even easier than that.
His wineglass clinks as it settles on the counter. His warmth closes in on me and his hands wrap around my wrists. I let him draw my hands down.
His eyes are soft. His thumbs trace the back of my hands, sending tingles through me. “Which part, pip?”
I groan, not wanting to admit it, but knowing I should. “All of it. I mean, I’ve kissed other guys.”
His brow furrows as if he’s trying to make sense of something. “Are you saying... ?”
I’m not saying it. I don’t want to say it so I press my lips together.
Dante shakes his head. “No. There was that guy in high school. The jock that slept with practically the whole senior class.” His eyes lock with mine. “You dated him.”
“Dated, yes. He was an asshole. Pretty much thought he deserved it, so I punched him in the dick and told him I’d tell Tom if he tried to claim anything else happened.”
He snaps his fingers. “You liked that one guy your first year of college.”
I snort out a laugh. “Ethan?”
“Yeah, curly hair.”
“He’s gay.” I lift my shoulder. “He was a lot of fun to bring around because he thought you all were hot too, so we would go to events and talk about you guys the entire time. I was sad when he coupled up.”
He was my first best friend after my friends betrayed me in high school, but he moved for school and his man. We still text occasionally, but until Madison, Hope, and Kayla came into my life, I didn’t have a best friend like him.
Dante’s hands squeeze mine. Slowly realization crosses his face at what I’m trying to tell him without telling him.
“You’re a...” It’s like he can’t wrap his head around the concept. “But you’ve been with Drew and Finn.”
“I’ve kissed Drew and Finn.” I blow a stray hair out of my face. My cheeks heat. “Finn went down on me and Drew has fingered me.”
“Fuck.” Dante tries to take his hands off me, but I wrap mine around his, holding him close. I need him to understand me.
“Just because I’ve never had sex doesn’t mean I don’t want to or that I don’t think about it.” I wait for his blue eyes to lift to mine. “It’s gotta happen sometime. But I guess all those years, I was saving myself for Wyatt. I didn’t want to do that with anyone else.”
“Sara—”
