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“Who says I was talking about your phone and my pictures?”
“I can think of only one use you’d have for any pictures of me, Lombardi. And one is plenty.”
She wasn’t totally wrong… “Maybe if I’d caught one of you at your window last night.” Not that I’d needed it.
She sat up quickly and turned to face me. “What?”
I was all charming nonchalance. “Barlow, the light was behind you, but there was enough. I never pegged you for the black bra type.”
She shoved her face in her knees and I laughed.
“Don’t be embarrassed, please. I promise I only whipped it out to your photo once and I didn’t even think about it after seeing you in your bra… Much. I didn’t think about it much. Okay, I thought about it a lot. And, I might have whipped it out twice, but that’s all. I wouldn’t tarnish your good name more than that. Well, no. I would, but I won’t…”
She’d turned to look at me and I was glad that gave me an excuse to stop talking. I did not mean nor need to give that much away. Because none of it was a lie. She looked a combination of incredibly pleased with herself and shocked beyond words.
“Just how many times have you…whipped it out to…me?” she asked slowly.
“Lifetime or in the last week?” I felt like I had the upper hand in this conversation. I was used to sex. Discussing. Having. Fantasising. She on the other hand… I doubted even Hadley would be able to keep up with me.
“I don’t know if I want to know.”
I watched her frown and tried to be a little less…suggestive.
“Uh, in the last week… It was only once. Before that, I honestly couldn’t tell you.”
She blinked. “What?”
“What? It’s totally natural, Barlow. I’m deprived just at the moment and – to be fair – you’ve been adorable. Also to be fair, it wasn’t intentionally to you. You just happened to be the last girl I was around. So, naturally you popped into my head.”
Not quite the whole truth. It was true that she’d been the last girl I’d been around and that she naturally popped into my head. But she naturally popped into my head even when she wasn’t the last girl I was around.
“That makes a scary amount of sense. I’m not sure I can be annoyed by that.”
“You’ll understand us men folk, yet!”
“Men I understand. Dicks, less so.”
I nodded, understanding that sentiment. “That’s fair. We are pretty much separate entities.”
She laughed. “Really?”
“Did your precious Carter not explain this to you already? What have you two been doing?”
I hated bringing him up. It wasn’t even on purpose. His name just slipped out of my mouth unbidden far too often. Were I the introspective type, I’d have said I was drawing her attention to the difference between him and me. The way she talked to me versus the way she talked to him. But I wouldn’t be doing that, because I gained nothing for doing it. So that couldn’t have been the reason.
“Not talking about our genitals,” she laughed.
“Well, we’re actually only talking about mine. Which I feel is sexist and unfair…”
“Vaginas seem to be less trouble. I’m not really sure what I could tell you about that is remotely similar.”
Vaginas were a fuck load of trouble. Not in the least that they made straight boys lose their mind for no god damned reason. There was one thing I wanted to know, though.
“Last time you masturbated to visions of me!” I suggested.
She spluttered and turned away from me, so I sat up and my body naturally encircled hers.
“Come on, Barlow. You expect me to think you don’t?” I asked, my lips far too close to her ear, but I couldn’t pull away.
