16
I’ve developed a new appreciation for Saturdays since going back to work. I’d forgotten how precious these weekend days are; sleeping in, indulging in down time, no responsibilities, no one depending on you.
The only thing on my agenda today is lunch with the girls at that little Mexican place we love. Sure, I basically just got played and used by a guy I thought I might be falling for, but if there’s anything that can cheer me up, it’s Mexican food and my friends.
Claudia looks amazing in torn jeans, a Wonder Woman t-shirt and fancy booties. I would have never thought of putting that all together and calling it an outfit, but she makes it work. Mischa is all smiles, in a pretty red dress, and Gretchen is wearing slim black pants and a blue turtleneck. I feel underdressed in my plain jeans, t-shirt and Converses. My hair is a mess and I haven’t even bothered with makeup. I wasn’t exactly in the best of moods when I left my place. I don’t even have an appetite.
Mischa gives me a quick hug and raises a brow. “Something’s up,” she says. “What’s wrong?”
I haven’t said a single word, but that’s Mischa for you. It’s like she’s a mind reader sometimes.
“Is something wrong?” Claudia asks and wraps me in one of her long tight bear hugs. “Spill.”
Gretchen shoots me a quick smile and gives me a squeeze.
I haven’t even sat down yet, and they’re already wanting the juicy details. The server pours us all glasses of water as I hang my jacket on the back of my chair and settle in. I take a few seconds to take in the atmosphere; red tablecloths, string lights, a large Mexican flag on the wall, and colorful knick knacks dotting the rustic wooden shelves. This is the closest to Mexico you can get around here. All we’re missing is the sun.
“So what’s up?” Claudia asks, nosy as usual.
I’m kind of on the spot but thankfully, the waitress shows up and asks for our drink orders. I order a margarita, my usual.
The server jots down everyone’s orders, and as soon as she leaves, Claudia is right back on my case.
There’s no way around it, so I decide to just spill the beans. “Noah and I slept together last night.”
Dropped jaws all around. “No way,” Mischa says, as if she doesn’t quite believe it. As if she doesn’t quite approve. Too soon?
“You go, girl,” Claudia cheers. “Look at our little Abby, getting some.”
With the tip of my finger against my lips, I shush her. Jeez.
“You don’t look happy though,” Gretchen points out.
“Was it not good?” Claudia teases. “The guy’s just a kid… was he a quick draw?”
I shake my head, recollecting the previous night’s events. I wish he’d been bad in bed. No, he was amazing, slow and sexy… teasing, driving me up the walls, and finally, giving me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
“Nope… it was fine.”
“Fine?” Mischa says. “It needs to be better than fine.”
“Oh, it was. It was amazing,” I admit.
Claudia sits up straighter, riveted. “So, what’s the problem, babe?”
“It was the morning after,” I tell them. “He basically told me it was a mistake. The kid just used me… I was just a one-night stand.”
Gretchen’s face falls. “Really?”
She gets it. She’s a romantic like I am. “Yep.”
Just then, with perfect timing, our waitress, Gloria, is back with our drinks. “You gals look like you need these,” she says as she hands me my margarita.
“We do,” Claudia tells her. “You’re an angel.”
I met Gavin at the sand dunes, like we’d planned. My pulse quickened as soon as I spotted the blur of yellow and black in the distance. The sound of him speeding toward me thrilled me. We were really doing this, and I couldn’t wait.
He came to a stop a few feet from me, pulled off his helmet and shot me a wicked smile. God, the man was sexy. I was lost to all the boys at school and at the park. There was only Gavin as far as I was concerned.
