“How about…when I turned tickling into a dry hump?”
“I don’t remember things happening exactly like that.”
“And when I almost kissed you, in the aftermath.”
“Okay, see I didn’t know that you almost kissed me. I thought—”
“Oh, and then there’s the fact that I got hard when you rubbed all over my body in the pool.”
She covered her face with her hands at that. She didn’t have a choice. It was like a reflex, like he’d hit her elbows with a tiny hammer and they’d jolted up—though she was glad of them once they were there. Her face was burning. Her eyes would not stop staring wildly in his direction, even though she could only see the insides of her fingers now. And it muffled the shock in her voice a little.
Though obviously, it couldn’t do anything about the words.
“Oh my god, I thought you thought I was a pervert. I thought that’s why you freaked out.”
“Well, now you know otherwise. I was actually the pervert who had to spend five minutes breathing hard in a dark locker room just to get back some of his control. And by breathing hard I mean jerking off.”
“You jerked off in the locker room while I was in the pool panicking?”
“I might have. It depends how actually outraged you are.”
“I amveryoutraged. Extremely outraged.”
“God, I know I—”
“Tell me more about it and I might forgive you.”
Now it washisturn to be shocked—though obviously he was much better at it than her. He didn’t hide his face. He let her see it all in dazzling detail.
“Oh youasshole,I thought you were actually mad at me for a second.”
“Iammad at you. And the penalty is you confessing everything.”
He raised an eyebrow, half panicked and half incredulous.
“What, like every filthy thought I ever had about you? You realize I only have around sixty years left of my life, right? I was hoping to visit the Grand Canyon before I die.”
“The Grand Canyon can wait. I need details, if you want to convince me.”
“Christ, okay. Um…all right…”
“Tick-tock.”
“Stop, just…lemme block out the part of my brain that controls embarrassment, first,” he said, which apparently involved being completely adorable in every conceivable way. He winced and took deep breaths and fanned himself like a teenage girl before finally squeezing out some words. Some very good, very shocking words. “Okay, so, when you came across me sitting on the stairs? I may have possibly just sort of stayed where I was so you would…you know…squeeze past me. Not in like a gross way though, where I rub my face over your vagina as you do it. Just so I could possibly smell your perfume or feel, like, your shin against my arm or shit yeah I hear that this sounds bad now that I hear it, sorry.”
He shook his head at himself, face contorted into an expression best described as grossed out.
But he really didn’t need to be. Her focus was all on something else entirely.
“That far back? You had sexy thoughts about methat far back?”
“Well…yeah. I guess so. I didn’t think that was the weird part, to be honest.”
“It is totally the weird part. I mean…what changedthatdrastically between high school and college?”
“I guess…I did. I changed. Into someone who tries to get girls to rub their shins on them.”
“Youareseeming a little like a creeper.”
