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“Embellishes,” he corrects.
Ignoring him, I turn to Harlow. “And it wasn’t the girls’ dorm. It was a sorority house.”
“I’m not sure that makes it better,” Harlow says, giggling.
I dip my head to acknowledge that she has a point. “You’re probably right,” I say. “But it wasn’t my fault.”
Harlow looks amused. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
“I need to make one thing clear, first,” I say. “This story doesn’t paint me in the best light, but I swear to you that I am and always have been a gentleman. And Ella can never hear this story. Got it?”
Harlow looks like she’s trying to hold in a laugh, but she nods and brings her hand up to her chest, tracing an X over her heart.
“Cross my heart,” she says.
I let out a sigh. “I can’t believe I’m telling this story. Here goes. In freshman year of college, I was dating this sorority girl named Kylie. It wasn’t serious, for either of us. We were just having fun. One night after a home game, there’s this party at one of the frat houses. She meets me there and we hang out, have a great time. Then she invites me back to her room at the sorority house. But guys aren’t allowed in the sorority house, right? But Kylie assures me that no one is home because all of her sisters are at the party.”
“Uh oh,” Harlow says. “I think I see where this is going.”
I shake my head. “I doubt it. So, I’m an 18-year-old guy, right? I’m not exactly letting my brain do most of my thinking. So, I obviously agree. We go to her house, and it’s dark and quiet. Clearly, no one is home. Perfect, right? We go to her room, and we’re…um…enjoying ourselves.”
I feel my face start to heat as I realize I’m talking about sex. With Harlow. I hesitate, trying to figure out the best way to tell the story without getting too detailed.
“But before he can actually hit a home run, so to speak,” Cole breaks in. “They hear someone in the house.”
“Oh, shit,” Harlow says, giggling. “Were you naked?”
I feel the tips of my ears turn hot and shake my head. “I still had my underwear on,” I say. “But she was naked.”
I glance at Harlow, trying to gauge her reaction to the story so far. She doesn’t seem uncomfortable; just amused. So, I keep going.
“When Kylie hears someone in the house, it’s like someone pulls a fire alarm,” I say. “She jumps up, totally naked and shoves me toward the window. The fucking window. Why not the bathroom, I’ll never know. She’s telling me I have to leave before the house mom finds me in her room. I’m trying to gather up my clothes that are scattered all over the room, but the light’s off and I can’t see shit.”
Harlow is shaking with laughter.
“Kylie shoves a pair of jeans at me and pushes me out the window into a very unforgiving hedge. I’m lucky I didn’t end up with a branch up my ass. I hide in the bushes for a few minutes thinking that maybe Kylie will come back and let me in so we can finish what we started. But she doesn’t. The house goes totally silent. I don’t want to risk knocking on the window and getting her into trouble, so I say screw it and decide to just go home.”
“Aw,” Harlow coos. “You really were a gentleman.”
“He still is,” Cole says.
I nod in his direction. “Thank you. Anyway, that’s when I go to put the jeans on, and I realize that they’re not mine. They’re Kylie’s.”
“No!” Harlow shouts, still laughing.
“Yep,” I say, nodding. “And since I was about a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than her, there was no way I could wear them.”
Harlow’s hands are covering her face and she’s shaking with laughter. “What did you do?” she manages to say.
I shrug. “I didn’t have much choice. I put on my shoes and started jogging.”
“You did not!” Harlow says.
“I did. I acted like I was just out for a late-night run.”
“In your underwear?”
I nod. “Yep.”
