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“Let’s get to the roof,” she squealed. “The sun sets in an hour.”
Hand in hand, we waited at the bar for a drink and grabbed a shot of rum for good measure. Then we found a table close to the view and smiled at each other like loons.
“Okay,” Erin sighed. “Before we get to the fun part, I need to ask you a serious question really quick.”
I started nodding, answering her question before she asked, unable to keep it from her a second longer. “Yes, Rhys and I slept together.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and closed as she processed what I had just said. Then she squinted and turned her head a little, shaking it as if I had answered the wrong question.
“I was going to ask if you had heard from your mother,” Erin huffed a laugh. “But this works too.”
My face reddened and I knew Rhys would have loved seeing me so flush, which made me redden even more. “Oh,” I laughed, although it wasn’t exactly a laugh, more like an embarrassed cry.
“You fucked him?”
“Shhhh,” I looked around but the bar hadn’t filled up yet since it was still early. “Yes. And no, I haven’t heard from my mother. I’m sure she is in the middle of finding someone else to torture for a while.”
“Poor soul,” Erin laughed, knowing I was right. “But back to Rhys.”
I groaned but smiled, kind of anxious to tell her the whole story. So I did, and even added in how I had let my feelings get the best of me.
“We talked while he made dinner and then talked more afterward. Erin, it felt so good. But it was the wrong move, because I just wanted to keep talking to him and learning more about him.”
“Why is that wrong? He clearly wanted the same thing.”
“He wants his ex. He wants what she could give him. Not me.”
“So then what? You two are just done?”
“We were never more than a fling. A couple of nights to use each other, but that couldn’t last. It's better if we just get back to being friends.”
“I guess,” Erin shrugged. “If it was me, I would just ride that dick as long as I could.”
“Yeah right!” I laughed, knowing she wouldn't be caught dead riding anyone’s dick.
“I meant if I was you,” she squealed. “But I know how to use a dick if I had to. Don’t think I wouldn’t.”
I raised my hand in surrender and shook my head. “Change of subject.”
“No way,” Erin pushed the shot of rum toward me. “Shots, then you tell me more about Rhys’ dick.”
Raising our shot glasses to each other, we smiled and then tipped the drink down quickly. We made rum shots our little thing during our freshman year when it was all we could get our hands on. It made us feel like we were having drinks in a tropical paradise when in reality, we were holed up in our freshman dorm rooms.
Those were the days when Erin and I first connected. She made me feel like I wasn’t alone anymore. But those days were ending, as Erin readied herself to go pro.
“Now,” Erin said, a giggle from the rum making her nose scrunch. “Tell me how big it is.”
It took me a minute to realize what she meant, but when it hit me that she was talking about Rhys’ dick again, I laughed and shook my head. “I’ll need a few more drinks before I start telling you how I’m ninety-nine percent sure he dilated my cervix.”
“Oh daaaamn. This calls for more shots.” Erin jumped up and ran toward the bar, not needing anymore of an excuse to get more drinks. I just giggled, feeling the first drink warm my body and make me feel lighter than I had in a while.
Going out was the right move. Not only was I getting much needed time with Erin, but I knew if I had enough to drink, I would forget about Rhys. In fact, forgetting Rhys was my goal for the night, and the shots that Erin brought back to the table were going to help.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Rhys
The game against Atlanta wasn’t even close. My brother may have ruled that city as the head coach of their football team, but I ruled Major League Soccer in Miami and we stomped Atlanta’sFutbalClub six to nothing.
