Page 79 of Bless My Body

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I want to ask why it took her a week to call me but decide I

don’t really want to know. She did finally call, so that’s all that matters. “Hey, can I ask you a favor?”

I’ve got to ask her now because I need time to find someone else if she rejects me. I’ve been trying to

figure out how best to phrase my question, but then I remember that this is Celine. The best way to do

things with her is to be straightforward and say what you need.

“Sure,” she says quietly, probably assuming I’m going to ask her for some small favor like remind

me to buy more condoms next week—which I need to do, actually.

“Would you be willing to go to my Dad’s birthday party with me in a few weeks?” I hate that I’m

nervous about asking her. I literally just watched her ride my cock, but I’m nervous to ask a simple

question. I quickly add, “Not like as a girlfriend or anything. Just friends. My mom insists on me

bringing a date. If I don’t bring someone, then she’s going to set me up with this girl I went to school

with, who I’m sure is duller than a butter knife. I’d rather bring someone who doesn’t make me want

to bang my head on the wall.”

Thankfully, Celine doesn’t immediately turn me down. In fact, she laughs. “Why do you think she

would be dull?”

“Because they always are. Every girl my mom sets me up with is too worried about being perfect

all the damn time. I can’t stand it. I would rather them not try to impress me, but they all seem

incapable of that.”

“They all want that Sanders dick,” she says with another laugh.

I roll my eyes. “Shut up. None of them have even tried to sleep with me.”

“Well, duh. They have to be proper about it. Maybe they all think that being super polite turns you

on or something.”

“It sure as hell doesn’t. I’d rather them make fun of me for an hour than sit there talking about my

entire family history.”

“Oh, so that’s why you like me… because I make fun of you.” A scowl forms on my face as I look

at her, trying my best not to roll my eyes at her again. I swear my eyes roll more with her than they do

around anyone else. But she’s right. It’s a big reason I’m drawn to her. She doesn’t care about my

family or any of the political shit that happens in my parent’s social circle. She doesn’t care. I’m just

Ezra to her.

“Does your mom set you up on a lot of dates?” She still hasn’t said if she’ll go or not, but I’m