Page 50 of The Casanova Complex

It took a solid three minutes for my brain to catch up with my stupid, horny vagina, which meant ninety whole seconds of making out with Bennett like I didn’t actively dislike everything about him.

Aside from his stupidly talented mouth, that is.

That’s one thing that I can’t seem to deny, even to myself.

In the time that’s passed since that night our sophomore year… the one that I desperately try to never think about, I’ve clearly forgotten how incredible he kisses.

Likely trauma blocked it out from the humiliation, but now that it’s happened twice in a single freaking week, I can’t stop thinking about it.

About him.

Undoubtedly, the guy kisses the same way he fucks, and it makes me want to bang my head against the wall just thinking about it.

I. Am. Not. Going. There.

Nope. Absolutely not.

No matter how magical his mouth is.

“Merritttttttttt.”

The singsongy voice pulls me out of my head, far away from the traitorous thoughts filtering through my brain, and I blink, turning to look at Stella, who’s sitting beside me on the floor of my room. Mads is on the other side of her, pinning me with the same look that Stella is.

“What?” I say.

It’s Sunday, and we’re having a “Slasher Sunday” where we binge our favorite old horror films, eat an exorbitant amount of junk food, and catch up with each other. It was our weekly tradition during high school, but now that we’re all at different schools in different places, it’s harder and harder to get together.

Usually at my house since I’m home with Elliott, and my Dad’s usually gone. Thankfully, he respects the sanctity of these days and gives us peace and quiet to gossip and stuff our faces while watching our favorite cult-classic slasher movies.

Stella laughs. “Girl, you’re on a whole different planet and clearly not watching this movie with us. What’s going on?”

Shit.

I tell my best friends everything, but this… I don’t know about this.

Telling them means admitting out loud, not just to myself, that I’m unfortunately attracted to Bennett Legros.

That I actually want him to bend me over the nearest flat surface and rail me into next week.

A girl has needs and wants. So, sooooo many wants.

And that kind of makes me feel… weak? Out of control?

Stupid for being one of the girls I said I would never be again. Especially when it comes to him.

Yet, my body has a completely different reaction when it comes to him.

“Oh hell no, you better spill, bitch,” Mads says, pushing off the thick, fluffy blanket covering her lap and crawling over Stella’s legs until she’s perched directly in front of me.

“Spill what?” I say, feigning innocence. “There’s nothing to spill.”

Mads lifts a brow, reading right through me. “Bullshit. Something’s going on, and you’re not telling us.”

This is what I get for sharing everything with them. I don’t have the ability to hide things without either of them noticing.

My gaze moves between both of them.

Stella, as always, lets Mads take the lead, and I exhale, shaking my head.