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Fiona shrugged. “Sometimes I get it right.”
“You look pretty anyway. Better not keep Peter waiting.”
“Take a deep breath, Luce. He’s your friend, remember? The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable.”
“So why couldn’t he have left things alone?”
She tilted her head. “Cause you kissed him back, and he liked it.”
“Don’t blame this on me.”
“This isn’t a blaming situation. You’re an adult. Act like one.”
I pulled my knees to my chest.
Fiona’s eyes bounced off the clock by my bed. “Let’s look at the facts for a sec, and then I really gotta go.”
“Okay.”
“A sexy guy just asked you out on a Friday night, and you’re young and beautiful and you have to eat anyway.”
“I suppose I do have to eat.”
“And just because you’re in love with him doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time.”
“I’m not in love with him.”
“So what are you so worried about then?”
I squinted at her. “You’re trying to trick me into relaxing, and it’s not going to work.”
“Suit yourself,” she said.
“Bye.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Same.”
I watched her hair bounce around the corner and picked up my phone again so I could scroll through the messages.
In the space of five minutes, Aiden had called me beautiful, sexy, mentioned sweet things in my mouth, made a joke about me sliding up and down, and suggested he put his tongue in all my secret places. Just reading the conversation again made my heartbeat go haywire.
But there were two things he’d said that struck me the most.
One was that I was the first girl he’d messaged on Tinder which- if it was true- was pretty flattering… even if I was disturbed by how easily sexting dirty came to him.
The other thing that kept running through my head was his suggestion that we start over. It was something I’d always wondered about, especially after particularly enjoyable late night drinking sessions with him or exceptionally hilarious ice cream parlor visits.
But was it really something he thought about too?
Or was he just prepared to say anything that might help him get in my pants?
I shuddered to think about things going that far. Sure, I was curious about what he would be like in bed. I’d heard he was generous and voracious. And why wouldn’t he be? He was those things outside the bedroom. Plus, he was an athlete, so I could only assume he’d had his share of experience.
But when I pictured his last few girlfriends, I felt a lump in my throat. They were probably all hairless from head to toe, maybe even lasered. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were freaking vajazzled. And none of them had jiggly bits or even soft bits. Their skin was always taut to the point of looking stretched. And I probably had more boob than he’d know what to do with.
Besides, I wasn’t sure I could handle him seeing me like that. Being naked with someone made me feel vulnerable enough, but the idea of being vulnerable in front of someone who I never let see me that way was confusing.
