Flipping open to the first page, I start writing things out. Anything that comes to mind. Things Duncan always shot down whenever I brought them up.
Chloe’s Anti-Boring List
Ride a hot-air balloon
Go zip-lining
Try pole dancing
Go skinny-dipping
Run a marathon
Write poetry
Have sex at a sex club with a mustached stranger
Break a world record
Let someone make all my decisions for the day
Try roller derby
Open my own jewelry-making business
I thinkthat looks like a good list. I underline a few things to make a point. All things I’ve wanted to do but never thought I could because I didn’t have the courage. Duncan told me they were boring. In other words…they were meant for other, more exciting people.
Not me.
Enough of that.
Any random thing I’ve ever wanted to do, I’m doing it.
Duncan be damned.
“Are you going to show me?” Dax asks.
“Here.” I push it toward him and take a bite of the bacon and eggs. I watch as his eyes read over the list. When he nearly chokes on his coffee, I know exactly where he is.
“This is what’s on your list?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Going to a sex club? You can’t do that,” Dax hisses.
“Says who?” I set my fork down on my plate and sip on my coffee. So good. Dax knows exactly how I take it—with more creamer than coffee. “Haven’t you been to one?”
That earns me a look of shock. “Why would I have gone to one?”
“I don’t know. You’re more experienced than I am.”
“Not in that way.” Dax guffaws. “Have not been to a sex club. Doubt I ever will.”
“Will you help me with the other things?”
Dax holds the list in his hand, gaze flitting between me and it. “You know you don’t have to do these things to make yourself less boring, right?”
Biting into a piece of bacon, I chew while thinking about what Dax says.
