I didn’t respond, at first. Wasn’t sure what I wanted to say to her. Or why I’d texted her in the first place, exactly.
I’d just spent the day with her crazy-ass all-female family… and I’d kinda loved it.
When the cab had dropped her off at her place and we said goodbye, she’d casually probed what I was doing tonight. But when I kinda evaded the question, she let it drop. Apparently, she didn’t have the guts to ask me out on a Saturday night, and I didn’t have the dick to do anything about it, so here I was.
Sadly, I was starting to feel a bit sorry for myself and my broken dick. I’d wanted to fuck this girl for weeks. And not getting to fuck her had now become literal torture—now that my dick was wounded and all.
I didn’t even want to see her tonight, knowing I couldn’t fuck her.
Meanwhile… it was kinda starting to bug me how much I liked her, when I hadn’t even fucked her yet.
It made me uncomfortable as shit.
Interesting thing about that… It wasn’t stopping me from liking her.
Me:Just wondering
Yeah, I fucking said that to her.
Just fucking wondering.
I’m texting you to ask what you’re doing tomorrow because I’m just fucking wondering about you on a Saturday night.
I didn’t ask her out.
I just lamed out.
Then I turned off my phone.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Danica
It was Sunday. My favorite day of the week.
Me Day.
Today, it started with the usual. I slept in—it was the one morning a week I let myself do this—then knocked on Taylor’s door. We met up with Daniella and Jolie for brunch downtown.
Then we visited Jolie’s friend Alyssa’s spa, and chose a few indulgences from the menu. This time, I went with a pedicure and the complimentary glass of bubbly.
After the spa, we parted ways with Dani and Jolie. Taylor and I headed over to Main Street where we browsed through a half-dozen boutiques for the perfect little boho-chic-sexy sundress for me, and the perfect off-the-shoulder T-shirt for her—which we found.
Sure, I already owned a lot of sundresses. But summer was now in full swing, and a girl could never own enough sundresses.
Especially when she was now semi-seeing a hot rock star who stared at her legs whenever she showed them off.
When we were done shopping, we stopped at The Reef, parked ourselves on the patio and ordered up some mojitos.
Then I proceeded to tell Taylor every single detail about yesterday’s brunch.
I’d been telling Taylor every detail about Ashley all along. Ever since we’d met at thirteen, I’d always told Taylor everything. If you asked me, every girl needed a Taylor in her life. Even a girl like me.
Yes, I had a twin sister who’d been there for me, quite literally, since day one. And while I told Danialmosteverything, Taylor was the one person I could tell even the things I wouldn’t tell my twin.
Like the fact that I was pretty sure Ashley Player was my unicorn.
That, I definitely hadn’t told Dani.
