Elana sat up straight, laughing. “Oh, my God. When? Why?”
Shrugging, she flopped back and huffed. “I don’t know. An hour ago. Because I’m an idiot.”
“Did you at least text him?”
She shook her head, staring up at the ceiling. “He left me a voicemail. And he sent a couple of texts. I can’t bring myself to respond.”
“Why not?”
“Why didn’t you tell me a short-term fling would be so hard?”
She could feel her friend looking at her. “Which part was thehardpart?”
Violet turned her head, looked over at Elana, and dropped her voice to a barely-there whisper. “The part where I think I fell in love with him.”
Elana opened her mouth, closed it, then swallowed before saying, “Seriously?”
Violet flopped back again. “At the very least, I came down with thefeelingsflu.”
“Oh.”
“No. Notoh.” She lifted her head to look at her best friend. “I caught feelings, Elana.Feelings. Ugghh.”
“Ohhh.” Elana sounded more sympathetic.
“I’ve never felt this…” Violet waved her hand in a circle over her chest and belly. “Whenever I think about him, I get…”
“Nauseous?”
Violet laughed. “Yes. But in a good way. God.”
“That’s gotta be a good thing, right?”
Violet shook her head. No way was it good. It was bad. Very, very bad. How could she go and do something so stupid? Thanks to the curse, there wasn’t a chance in hell that Simon would fall in love with her, which meant she would now be the victim of unrequited love.
“Wow.” Elana exhaled heavily. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had sex good enough to make me fall in love immediately.”
She didn’t bother to tell her friend that it wasn’t just the sex, although that was a huge part of it. Since she doubted Elana would want to hear how his sweetness made her swoon, she opted to keep the topic on the hot stuff.
“And yeah, the sex was amazing,” Violet crooned. “Ah. Maze. Ing. Not only does he have the tools, he knows how to use them.”
Elana’s eyebrows rose slowly. “Tell me more.”
Violet proceeded to fill her in on what happened. She didn’t bother trying to skip the juicy parts even though her facewarmed as she relayed how Simon had made her come on the kitchen counter.
“Wow. I’m surprised you could walk this mornin’. Let alone sneak out without wakin’ him.”
“I know.” She groaned. “I’m so embarrassed. He probably thinks I’m a lunatic.”
“He’s not the only one.”
“Hey.” Violet pointed at her friend. “You don’t get to cast judgment.”
“No judgment. I’m just wonderin’ when you went and lost your mind. You should be at home right now, going for round four.”
Violet was pretty sure there were no more rounds in her future. Her love life had just experienced a TKO, and she was responsible for it. But what other choice did she have? It was pointless to pretend this might turn into something more. The guy was temporary.
Worse, there was a good chance Simon Jennings had ruined her for all other men.
