“Horny?”
I stare at the ceiling and sigh. “Yes. And he bought me a car.”
“What?” Ally closes her laptop. “He bought you a car?”
“Uh-huh. It was so unexpected. But really sweet.” I sit up, crisscrossing my legs. “It’s an old car. High miles. Twenty-five hundred dollars. But who does that? Who buys a girl a car after knowing her for such a short amount of time?”
“You don’t have a driver’s license.”
I nod several times. “True.”
“Now you have to pay for parking for a car you can’t drive.”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you grinning?” she asks.
“Because he’s trying so hard to say and do the right things.”
“And you’re throwing your vagina at him?”
“I haven’t had sex in five years.”
“You WHAT?”
I cover my face. “Don’t judge me.”
“I’m not. Okay, I am a little bit. Why? I mean, you’ve dated. I just assumed you were sexually active.”
I drop my hands from my face, resting them on my knees. “I’m not a one-night-stand person. And I’ve had trust issues. But Flynn is different. And I’m ready, but he’s not.”
“He’s not the right guy then. If he likes you enough to buy youa car, but not to have sex with you, that’s a red flag.”
“He can’t gift a car and get a red flag. Maybe a yellow flag. But really, I think he gets a beige flag because he wants everything just right before he sleeps with me, even if it seems quirky.He’s never had a girlfriend, so definitely beige flag for lack of experience.”
Ally frowns. “Your poor vagina. I feel like I should send it a condolence card attached to a vibrator.”
I giggle. “The gift that keeps on giving.”
Chapter Fifteen
Flynn
I unlock the apartment door,but it’s chained on the inside. “Hey, open the door!”
“Shh…” Monroe eyes me just above the chain.
“What are you doing? Unlock the door.”
“Naomi’s pregnant.”
“Well, it’s not mine. Now open the damn door.”
“Shh! She’s not feeling well. I’ll let you in, but we have to discuss a few things first.”
“Monroe.” I grit my teeth, punching my arm through the crack and grabbing his shirt. “Open. The. Fucking. Door.”
“You have to move out,” he hisses, peeling his shirt from my hand. “I’m sorry, man, she’s pregnant, and she wants you out.”
