Gabbie and Kayla laugh, and Corrie scowls. “Go on,” she says.
“Well, basically I get him in the storage room and try to seduce him by taking off my panties.”
“Does it work?” Gabbie asks.
“Oh yeah,” I say, getting lost in the memory for a moment. “He spins me around and bends me over the old freezer. He still has a hand on the door because my mom is out there at the register.”
Corrie is practically swooning. “That is so hot.”
Gabbie looks shocked. “Your mom was outside?”
I nod. “I know, crazy right?”
Kayla seems a little confused. “So this guy is your high school flame right?” she asks. “The one who broke your heart, the one who drove you out of town?”
I nod. I know. I shouldn’t be sleeping with him.
“Yeah, who cares,” Corrie pipes in. “Tell us about the other times.”
I laugh. “Well, we got a little frisky on my backyard swing. And we also spent the night in a romantic Inn.”
“Wow, sounds pretty serious,” Corrie says.
“It was nice. Sex in a comfy old-fashioned bed is underrated.”
Gabbie smiles. “Yes, nothing beats a bed.”
“And then, we were together one last time in the shed in his backyard,” I tell them, “and that’s all I plan to say on the topic, girls.”
“Ooooh… a filthy shed,” Corrie says. “That Blake is a dirty boy… I love it.”
I can’t help but smile.
“Did he take you on top of the lawnmower?” she teases.
“Against the door, actually,” I tell her. “But no more. I’m not saying anymore.”
She pouts like a five-year old. “You’re cruel.”
“Yep, so did you guys see the pics on my Facebook?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.
They all grin and nod. “I bet Peter is going crazy with jealousy and out of his mind,” Corrie says.
I take a sip of my latte. “Oh, he is. He was messaging me all week, and I kept ignoring him. So he finally shows up at Momma’s house, begging.”
“I fucking love it,” Corrie says. “We really got the little fucker. I bet he regrets dumping you now.”
“He wants to start over.”
“Does he, now,” Corrie says, her words drenched in sarcasm. “Well…”
We all fall into silence. I get the feeling that they all have opinions on the matter, but are reluctant to pry in my business.
“I’m really confused right now,” I confess. “I would love to hear your thoughts. Your honest thoughts…”
Corrie clears her throat. “Well, you know I don’t really like Peter right now, because of what he did to you, but I used to always think he was an okay guy.”
I’m kind of shocked by Corrie’s words. I can’t count the times she’s called Peter a ‘little fucker’ these past weeks.
