I like you, too. I like you a lot.
When he drew away, I let him go. He spun his cap back around and pulled it low over his eyes. His neck was a mess of my lipstick and what was probably gonna be a hickey or five.
Then he kind of sighed and checked his phone.
As it turned out, Xander had already left, with Nikki, so he decided to grab a cab home. I told him again that he could stay and hang out, but he seemed too frustrated.
Because of me.
He gave me a good night kiss on the cheek, and I felt like a horrible person. I felt like I’d used him to get off and was now brushing him off. But it wasn’t like I’d asked him to do what he did. It was totally his idea.
I mean, yes, maybe my pussy had encouraged him with all the wetness and the throbbing… but that wasn’t exactly my fault. It was involuntary—like the hard-on he’d practically speared me with.
“You sure you don’t wanna come with me?” he asked me.
Nope. Not one little bit.
“Yes,” I said.
“Call me if you change your mind,” he said in a husky voice. “I might be up.”
“Okay,” I said cheerily. I might as well have just shoved him out the door.
He shook his head at me again. Then I watched him turn and walk out the door with Haz.
Oh God, hisbutt.
When I turned to go find my sister, she was right there. Watching Ashley leave the bar.
I walked over to her. “What’s up?” I asked brightly, hoping I wasn’t exuding post-orgasmic guilt.
“Where’s he going?” Daniella raked her gaze over me, head-to-toe. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Where’s he going?” she repeated.
“Home, I think.”
“And you’re not going with him?”
“Uh, obviously not,” I said, gesturing down at my body, which was still in the bar.
“Why not?”
“It’s ladies night, Dani. For some of us, that actually means spending time with the ladies.”
With that, I turned and headed for the ladies’ room. Unfortunately, my sister followed. For such a waif, she could be really fucking loud. Especially with a vodka soda in hand.
“Are you really this much of an idiot with men?” she asked me as I locked myself into a cubicle. It was the only way to get away from her. Sort of. “Or are you just pretending?” she demanded, knocking loudly on the door. “Because I don’t understand how someone who shares my DNA could be this dumb.”
I ignored her as I peed and cleaned up. I’d definitely never gotten that wet for a guy before. And I was still feeling kinda wobbly from the Earth-shattering orgasm and all the shooters.
I was pretty much the definition of a hot mess right now.
And my sister was yelling at me.
“You shut him down?” she hollered, right through the door. There was loud music playing in the washroom, and other girls were talking, but there was no getting away from my sister.
