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What am I saying? No, absolutely not! A fling with Ford is a bad idea all around, even if Icanhandle it.
“But no!” I quickly amend, making Callie’s gleeful smile turn into a frown. “I’m not going to take this once-a-year friendship that already sucks and add a fling on top of it that would probably kill me.”
But my God, what a fling it would be.
If he kisses like that, just imagine what else he can do with that mouth.
It’s not like I wouldn’t be going into this not knowing the score. He’ll be gone in a few weeks. I know this would only be temporary. I don’t have to let these stupid fairytale thoughts keep invading my brain and ruin it. This would be like a reward after six years of friend-zone hell.
“Whatever.” I shake my head at her. “I’m still not giving you all the details.”
“He paused inthe middle of the kiss to mutter ‘Jesus Christ’? How did you not have an orgasm right then and there?”
“I think maybe I did, but I just blacked out and forgot it. Oh God, what if I forgot my first Ford orgasm?”
“That was just a missed opportunity to use the word Fordgasm. I’m severely disappointed in you. Don’t panic, you dirty little witch. I’m sure you’ll get to ride his broom soon.”
“B-7!” I announce into the microphone as I bring it up to my mouth, switching the power button back off as I shake my head at Callie. “Should we really be talking about this when I’m in the middle of emceeing Candy Corn Bingo?”
What was that I said about not wanting to discuss all the details?
We both look out at the crowd of people filling the Harvest Grove high school gym for the weekly, Wednesday night bingo games, using candy corn pieces as card markers, with Halloween-themed prizes donated by all of the businesses for winners. The tourist’s eyes are laser-focused on the bingo cards in front of them, while other locals—like me and Callie who are volunteering tonight—wander in and out of the tables, refreshing apple cider drinks and refilling the snack bowls of homemade kettle corn, no one paying us any attention at our table up at the front of the room.
“I thought you didn’t want to discuss this at all, and now you won’t shut up about it.” Callie laughs as she spins the handle on the metal cage holding all the ping-pong balls with letters and numbers printed on them.
“I don’t know. Maybe I was a little too quick to turn down the fling idea.”
Callie suddenly screams so loudly right next to my ear the microphone goes flying out of my hand when I jump in fright, clattering to the ground and rolling under the table.
“Goddammit, who has bingo already?”
“Nooo! I only needed one more. This is bullshit!
“I swear toGodif this is a false alarm someone’s gonna die! I already cleared my card!”
The crowd continues complaining after Callie’s scream, and I just shake my head at her when she pops back up from under the table to hand me the fallen microphone she grabbed with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry!” she quickly apologizes as I flip the switch on the side of the microphone to turn it on so I can calm everyone down. “I just got really excited about the idea of you finally clearing the cobwebs out of your cooch.”
There’s a few gasps and a whole bunch of laughter from the crowd when that last part gets broadcasted all over the Harvest Grove High School gym, courtesy of the now-powered-on microphone.
“What did she say about cobwebs?”
“Does someone have a damn bingo or not?”
“There’s no freaking bingo!” I shout a little too loudly into the microphone, everyone in the room shouting and wincing when feedback screeches through the speaker.
“The possibility of a fling with Ford should not make you this irritable,” Callie states after I call out the next number and make sure the stupid microphone is off and far away from her mouth this time.
It’s been nineteen hours since that kiss, and I haven’t seen Ford anywhere. That’sreallywhat’s got me feeling so moody right now. I know it’s my own fault for running away from him, but I hate this. Even when I was trying to avoid him, I knew where he was. I feel like shit for leaving him on that porch like a coward. It was all just too overwhelming. Wanting him like that for so long… and getting a small taste of what it would be like to have something more? It was scary and exciting, and for the last nineteen hours, the scary part won out. Now, I can’t seem to shut up about that kiss, analyzing every detail, just wishing he was standing here in front of me so we could do it again, so I could see if it’d be just as magical.
I can’t deny how right and perfect it felt, or how much I really, really want a repeat performance. I’m starting to think I wouldn’t even care about not surviving a fling with Ford. Dying from something like that would be a great way to go.
“O-69!” I announce into the microphone when Callie hands me the next ball.
“Dinnertime!”the entire crowd shouts, earning us a glare from Principal Williams over by the door, who’s working the ticket table.
“We’re gonna get fired from our volunteer jobs for teaching them that.”
