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Waving my concerns aside, Stella responds matter-of-factly, “Sex after the third date is just a suggestion. If you do it before or after, it makes no difference whatsoever. Every couple is different, it simply depends on what you’recomfortable with.” I shift nervously from side-to-side.
“So, its normal for me to want to… you know, with Wes? Even if this is only our second date?” Placing her hands on my shoulders, Stella stops my restless fidgeting and looks me deep in the eyes.
“Lou, it’s perfectly normal to feel what you’re feeling. I mean come on, you’ve seen the man, if youdidn’twant to jump his bones, I would be concerned.” I chuckle uneasily, unsure of what to make of the hormones racing through me.
Adjusting her grip, Stella gives me a little shake, “That being said, there’s no pressure to do anything tonight. Go have fun and see what happens. If it feels right, go for it, if not, don’t. Wes is a good guy, he won’t care either way.” Some of the pressure lifts from my shoulders and I exhale heavily.
“About what Wes said earlier, I hope you know he didn’t mean anything by it. Cody doesn’t have the energy for anyoneright now,not just you.”
I scan my roommate’s face for her reaction, but Stella gives nothing away as she flicks a braided end over her shoulder, “I know.”
Something in her tone tells me there’s still hurt lingering below the surface, but before I can prod any further Stella raises a finger to silence me, “No more stalling. It's time for the biggest decision of the night.”
The butterflies in my stomach start to flutter, “And what’s that?”
“Figuring out what you’re going to wear, of course.” Stella’s face breaks into a grin and I burst out laughing.
When it comes to priorities, my roommate always has hers in order.
Chapter 25
Wes
I didn’t do it on purpose.
Okay, that’s a lie. I totally did.
But come on, when a golden opportunity falls into your lap, you can’t just brush it off like,oh, maybe next time. That’s how you die from a total freak accident. Like falling off a skyscraper. Or getting pulled over at airport security.
It’s universally known that if you give karma the finger, you get the finger in return. Call it bad luck, bad energy, or just plain old bad vibes; the fact remains that if you disrespect the universe, she will disrespect you back.
So when Trip’s knock intercepted my dash from the shower to my room I couldn’t notstrut over and swing the door open wide. It would have been rude to leave my guest outside and I’m not about to sign up for a lifetime of luggage searches.
Or, you know, a thousand-foot fall.
“Hola senorita,” using the worst accent possible, I fling the door open with a shit-eating grin plastered to my face. My smile falters as I register the girl on the other side.
Holy shit. I’ve forgotten how to breath.
“Uh, Wes?” The vision in front of me tilts her head, making the golden-brown waves slide off her shoulder and reveal the thin black spaghetti strap of her dress.
Words, Wes. Use your words.
“Hm?” The moan-like sound isn’t quite what I had in mind, but it’ll do. Trip’s eyes light up with amusement, and my attention is dragged to the sparkles outlining the swirling shades of grey. Jesus, since when do I notice the makeup girls wear?
“You’re wearing a towel.”
The comment brings me back to reality and with a smirk, I casually lean against the doorframe. Trip’s skittering gaze jumps from my chest to my abs, and back up to my face again. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying myself.
“I was in the middle of making dinner.”
“In a towel?” A blush creeps its way along Trip’s neck, making me wonder how far down it goes.
“You’d be surprised how productive I can be in this outfit.” I throw her a wink and step aside to wave her in, “I was just about to get dressed when you knocked. Thought I’d give you a pre-show before dinner.”
I try not to sniff Trip’s hair as she walks by, but it’s no use. Like an addict, I inhale as deeply as possible and grip my towel tighter. The thin material is not doing me any favours right now.
“Make yourself at home.” I wave grandly towards the worn sofas and scurry towards my bedroom in search of clothes.
