Me:Really?
Shayla:Yeah. Spent like half an hour trying to explain to him the queen that is Cardi B.
Me:Oh. Cool.
Shayla:Are you pissed at me?
Me:No. Just don’t do that again, ok?
Me:If you want to talk to him, you can just ask him first.
Shayla:Ok. I don’t think he’s into me tho. You don’t have to worry
Me:K.
Shayla:LIL BRATS 4EVER
Me:Better be.
Shayla:You know me. Chicks before dicks. Always
Me:Except when you’re chasing dick.
Shayla:lolol… I get distracted. Sorry. Love you 4ALWAYS
Me:Love you too.
And just like that, the Lil Brat Society was okay again.
Cary seemed okay, too.
Xander, though…?
Who the hell knew.
I pulled up the text I’d sent him last night… after he ate me out and gave me that mind-melting orgasm. He never replied.
Were orgasms with menalwaysthat good?
I’d never known orgasms could be so different. Or that one (from my hand) could be so inferior to another one (from his face).
But why should this surprise me?
Xander Rush had always made me feel things I’d never felt anywhere else but around him.
So why would sex with him be anything other than exceptional?
Shit.
What the fuck was I gonna have to do? Chase him down to get him to talk to me?
Again?
Beg him to fuck me?
Go with the breasts. Guys can’t resist them. No matter what his brain is telling him…
Yeah. Right.
