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I think you’re fascinating.
I close my eyes. I wasn’t suppose to have these thoughts about her. These feelings. But I did and they were getting stronger and harder to control every time I talked to her.
“Is there a reason you called me about flamingos at ten o’clock at night?” I ask.
“I almost had sex tonight,” she blurts.
I freeze. My entire body going rigid. The thought of someone touching her. Anyone touching her but me made me physically nauseas. I hadn’t even so much as looked at another woman since we started whatever this was. Which was not my norm and I’d had to avoid constant questions from my teammates. I wouldn’t dare admit I couldn’t touch anyone because none of them were my best friend’s sister. None of them were her.
“Almost?” My throat was dry. Scratchy.
“Almost,” she repeats. “But I just…,” she trials off.
“You just what?” I sit up, pressing my elbows down on my knees.
You couldn’t because he wasn’t me?
“I don’t know.” She sighs. “It just didn’t feel right.”
“But you wanted to?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers.
Fuck.
“But not with him.”
My body relaxes, but something about her voice has me doing something reckless. I was almost two hours away at my condo in Denver.
“Where are you?” I question.
“At some house party.”
“A party?” I grit my teeth. “Have you been drinking?”
“A little,” she admits.
Anger hit. Hard.
“You know better,” I scoff. “Did he take advantage of you?”
“What? No.” She gasps. “Why are you so mad?”
Because you’re drunk and you let some asshole touch you and I can’t.
“I’m coming to get you.” I snatch my keys from the table.
“Don’t bother. I have a ride with Clayton.”
“Fuck Clayton. Stay put, you better be there when I pull up.”
I hang up and thumb to my app. I could see her exact location and I had an hour and a half to try to talk myself out of doing what I was about to do.
Too bad it didn’t work.
I pull up to the house nestled amongst the trees in the town over from Timber Creek. The music was blasting, and the yard was full of people. I push my way through the door, searching the crowded room for her long blonde hair. It didn’t take long to find it. She was perched on the stairs, next to some asshole in a cowboy hat.
The music was loud, so I opted to use my hands. Rosie, I sign when I reach the staircase.
