Smooth.
“That’s Dylan’s place,” I said, avoiding the overly-empathetic look in her pretty eyes.
And now I’d made her feel sorry for me and my small dick syndrome.
God, was I fucking this up? I liked this girl.
I could probably fuckinglovethis girl.
She was so damn feminine. And she was cool and kinda goofy, sweet and sincere, serious but soft. And the way she kept looking at me… Damn, it was gonna do me in.
“You guys live close to each other?” she said. “That’s so cool. Like me and Taylor.”
Yeah, I’d already discovered that her best friend, Taylor, lived in the apartment right next to her. When “Master of Puppets” woke us up through the wall, early on Monday morning.
At least I’d gotten that blowjob shortly afterward. Not such a bad way to wake up.
“Yeah, it’s great,” I said. “Come on, my place is just up the path.”
Danica glanced up the path, but no, you couldn’t see my place from here. It was just a single story, unlike Dylan’s soaring two-story palace with the cathedral ceilings and all the gleaming skylights.
I led her up the path, which wound up to Dylan’s property. At the gate into his yard, we took a left, following the path around his fence and up through the trees. We made our way into my smaller yard, where we passed the other gate—the one in the fence between our side yards, connecting my back door to his back deck.
“That’s the BFF gate,” I told her as we passed. “Easy access.”
“This is amazing,” she said, like it really was. “You’re next-door neighbors?”
“We are. When we’re both home.”
“So cool. Just like Taylor and me,” she said again.
I doubted that.
Yeah? Did you fall in love with her, then kiss her, then get rejected by her?
I didn’t ask.
“Come on in.” I unlocked my back door and held it open for her. We set the bags on the island in the kitchen, then I showed her around, giving her the quick tour.
Two bedrooms in back, master and guest. En suite bathroom off the master bedroom. Guest bathroom in the hall. Utility room. Open concept living room/dining room, kitchen open to both with the small island in the middle.
The place was kind of rustic-looking and polished at the same time. It was custom built by a carpenter who’d truly loved it and lived here for just over a decade before I bought it off him. Lots of gleaming wood, walls painted in deep colors, some plaid here and there that made it feel warm and casual without making it tacky.
Just like my other home, it was pretty sparse in terms of stuff.
The only bright room in the place was the kitchen right in the middle. Even though there were lots of windows, the house was surrounded by trees that blocked most of the natural light. But it didn’t bother me. If I wanted light, I’d just go outside.
Most of the time when I was over here, I was on my mountain bike or my boat anyway. Or at Dylan’s place next door.
“So what’s in the bags?” I asked Danica as we came full circle back to the kitchen.
“Oh, just a few things I brought for you. No big deal at all.” I watched as she pulled one of her aunt’s blue bakery boxes from a bag.
And Christ… I’d seriously neverthoughtI liked the nice girls. But this girl was super fucking nice, and it was doing something to me.
It was warming over my cold, broken heart.
“Jesus,” I said, “are you always this giving?”
