“And I created ‘an orgasm like a thousand galaxies colliding, your body dissolving like stardust—’?”
“Somebody make it stop!”
I laugh. “Seems like you’re in a great mood today. I wonder why that is.”
She shrugs helplessly, covering her eyes with her shirt.
“Your smell is all over me,” she whispers. “I’m gonna jump in the shower.”
“We didn’t even get to discuss Max and Sheryl.” I pout. “Should we go grab breakfast somewhere?”
She nods. “Okay but let’s make it quick, though. I already missed my first class.”
She slips into the bathroom while I get dressed, and I lie on the bed waiting for her, staring up at the ceiling.I can’t believe we fucked… twice.I dropped over to try to build up a friendship with Carrie, and I definitely got more than I bargained for. She seems tobe taking it all pretty well, though. I’m relieved there’s no weirdness this morning.
“Ready?”
I turn. She’s standing by the bed, fully dressed. I reach out for her, and she grabs hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet. She tilts her chin up to look me in the eye, and as I watch her slick a little balm onto her lips, it hits me—she didn’t let me kiss her last night. Not once.
“Ready?” she asks again, smacking her lips together.
I grab my bag and phone and open the door for her, and as we head out of her dorm, I can feel people’s eyes hot on my back.
Once we reach the sidewalk, Carrie stops and prods me in the chest with a finger.
“What happened last night stays between us.Capiche?”
“So, you don’t plan on calling me Donny?” I ask, just to piss her off.
“Not in this lifetime, Wolinski.”
“So when shall we do this again?” I ask, ignoring her.
“Don’t count on it,” she says. “Once was already—”
“Twice, actually.”
She turns and starts to walk again. “Let’s go get that coffee.”
CARRIE KNOCKS BACK HER LATTEat record speed.
“Want a refill or are you good?”
“I’ll take another.” She frowns. “I’ve got a big day ahead of me.”
“How come?”
“Classes till five, and then I need to head to John’s.”
I freeze. “The library guy?”
“Yup.”
“What do you guys have planned?”
If I sound uneasy, it’s because I am. Something’s going on between them; I picked up on it back when I saw them talking that day. I’m pretty sure they don’t plan on swapping library cards.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she warns.
