“Uh-huh. Haven’t seen you at too many study sessions, either.” He stares at me. “What’s the situation with Becca’s roomie?”
“Carrie?”
Whatever you do, don’t act sus.
“Yeah, you know—short, blond, cute? The one you brought over to the apartment.”
“We just hang out.” I shrug.
“That’s weird, because the Wolinski I know doesn’t just ‘hang out’ with girls.” Lewis frowns. “You like her, huh?”
“Pshh… No way. She’s just a friend.”
He eyes me suspiciously. “I guess she’s not your type, anyway.”
“Since when do I have a type?”
“You don’t. But youdohave deal-breakers, and Carrie’s crawling with them.”
I push up on the bar. Lewis is starting to piss me off. What makes him think Carrie “isn’t my type”? I mean, it’s not like I give a fuck—it’s not like I had plans to date her, or anything. But still…
Lewis jabs at the treadmill, and it slows. “You grabbing food at Lane’s tonight?”
“I already have plans.”
“Absolute disgrace, dude.”
“Maybe I’ll swing by later.”
“You crashing at the apartment?”
Good question.Part of me really wants a third shot at Carrie—I did a pretty good job reining myself in these past few months, but ever since I got it on with her, it’s like I unleashed the beast. Sex has been on my mind pretty much constantly for the past two days. She probably won’t want to go again, though, I remind myself.
I’m annoyed at how much the thought annoys me.
“I’ll let you know.”
By the time I slam the bar down, my arms are throbbing, my forehead slick with sweat. I pushed myself too hard—stars are blossoming behind my eyes. It’s like I needed to work something out of my system, and if Dad were here, he’d be pissed—risking an injury during a workout is a big no-no.
I swing by my locker, then make a beeline for the showers. I pick the very last stall—the only one with a tiled bench, the one farthest away from the main door. The last thing I need is to get caught jerking off…
I DIDN’T TELL CARRIE I’Dbe heading to book club this evening—I figure she probably guesses as much.
I push open the door to find the same crowd as last time hunched over the table in heated debate. They haven’t seen me come in. My eyes are instinctively drawn to Carrie.
“How big a dick, exactly?” one of them gasps.
I grin. “You called?”
The girls whip around and watch me pick my way over to join them, ignoring the side-eye Carrie’s shooting me as I slide into my seat.
“Urgh, you are just so—”
“Well-endowed?” I finish for her, ruffling her bun.
So soft and bouncy… this thing is amazing.
She shoves my arm away, but I catch the barest hint of a smile playing on her lips.Victory!She wasn’t lying—she really did have a lot to get out of her system, and I’m happy I could help unlock happy Carrie.
