What better way to guarantee a hot three-way?
But it was more than that, obviously. I’d always been most drawn to a very specific type of guy, for sure.
A good guy. Awholeguy. A guy who wasn’t broken, like I so often was.
A nice guy—with an edge.
The type of guy I could never get near when I was a kid. Or thought I couldn’t.
The boy-next-door guy.
The ones who came from nice homes and had nice parents and did nice things. The pretty, popular boys who always had something to smile about, even if I couldn’t understand what it was.
Guys like Dylan Cope.
But no, it was more than that, too.
I liked good guys who knew how to be bad—in bed.
For me.
Guys who could take control, show me what they wanted from me.
I liked a man to be a man.
And the way Matt pushed me up against that wall and kissed me?
I was still having flashbacks of it.
Like if Dylan Cope had ever done that to me, I would’ve beengone.
But Dylan wasn’t Matt. Dylan also wasn’t in my band, so there would’ve been no issue with us getting togetherifhe’d ever wanted that.
Mattwasin my band.
Which meant he wasn’t some guy I could just hook up with if I felt like it.
EvenifDanica said it was okay.
Or… if she wanted him to join the two of us in bed…?
Nope.
Not happening.
He wasin my bandnow.
Off-limits.
Maybe… some other guy. Someday.
Justmaybe.
If Danica was into it.
But… not him.
Not anyone in my band.
