I’m not complaining.
The third one didn’t want to make out.
She found me near the back hallway, and was extremely direct about what she wanted. Twenty minutes later I’m back inside feeling considerably more relaxed.
So. Good night so far.
Great night, actually.
“Hey.”
I turn toward the greeting as a guy slides up next to me. He’s tall, dark hair, with droopy blue eyes. He’s dressed way too well for an off-campus rager, and even from here, I can smell the nice scent of his cologne.
“Hey,” I say back, easy.
I’m easy, I guess.
He gestures at the chaos. “Wild night.”
“You could say that.”
“I’m Matt,” he says, leaning against the counter next to me. “We’ve got Systems together.”
I blink at him, trying to place his face, but coming up with nothing. That doesn’t mean much—I wasn’t exactly paying attention topeoplein that damn class.
“Oh yeah,” I lie. “You used to sit in the back, right?”
“Third row, actually.” He’s smiling. “You’re Kit, right? Your project last semester was sick. I saw the demo.”
Now I actually remember. He was one of the few people in that class who seemed to give a shit about my presentation.
“Thanks, man.” I take a sip of my beer. “That thing almost gave me an aneurysm.”
He laughs. It’s a good laugh. “I believe it. My final for that class made me want to drop out.”
We talk robots for a few minutes. It’s easy. But then his hand lands on my arm, his thumb brushing back and forth over my forearm. I don’t pull away like I probably should. Instead, I lean against the counter a little more—a flirty position, one would say.
“You always dress like this for parties?” he asks, and his voice is lower now.
I look down at myself. Leaning like this, the low neckline of my tank sags away from my chest. He can see right down the front of it, tracking the bruises Miles left all over my nipples.
“Only when I want attention,” I say with a smirk.
His thumb keeps moving. Slow circles.
“It’s working.”
“Careful,” I say. “I might think you’re hitting on me.”
“What if I am?”
I laugh. It’s a nervous laugh, honestly, because here it is again. Thequestion.
I’ve been getting fucked in different ways, at different times, in different positions. I’ve been my roommates’ doll, their toy, their thing to use.
But that’s different from anything else.
Andthisis different from them.
