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But I’m not a person comfortable with using others.
And I’m certainly not confident enough to be the kind of woman who reaches out to take what she needs. I’m not Dawn, who could end up on the other side of the world in a relationship with nine perfect men.
I’m Allie, who’s still single. Still doing a job that frustrates and disappoints. Still trapped by invisible binds of my own creation.
“We should play a game,” Jonas suggests. He holds up an empty beer bottle. “How about spin the bottle?”
There’s a rumble of dissent amongst the group, and he throws his head back, laughing. “I didn’t mean for us to kiss each other,” he says. “I don’t swing that way. I meant Allie could spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on, she can kiss.”
“This is moving in an interesting direction,” I say quickly. “But maybe instead of kissing, I could ask questions?”
“Fun sponge,” Jonas says, but he hands over the bottle anyway.
And just like that, I’m set to play a stupid high school game with ten men.
10
THERON
When Allie takes the empty beer bottle and lays it on the table, I’m transported back to a party at my friend's house when I was thirteen and had my first kiss.
Except this game of spin the bottle is about being interviewed rather than seduced.
Shame.
Allie’s lips are plush and pink, and I know that kissing her would be like having a long cool drink on a hot day.
She’s a virgin.
Even thinking that word has my cock twitching in my briefs. I’m nearing thirty and most women my age are at the top of single digits, if not into double.
I’m not a misogynist. I don’t care about a woman’s sexual history so long as we can have fun and enjoy each other. But there is something special about a woman who’s been choosy. It feels like it’s inbuilt in me to appreciate Allie’s innocence. Hell, I’m a caveman and I’ll admit it.
When are you going to find yourself a good girl, is the mantra that my family has on repeat whenever I go home. Gabe gets it too. They’re hoping we’ll both go Greek, but if not, they have a long list of important attributes I’ve chosen to ignore most of my life. Their idea of a good girl is a girl who hasn’t slept around. A girl from a good family. A girl who can roll perfectly small stuffed vine leaves and whip up trays of sweet baklava at a moment’s notice. A woman who’ll understand all the craziness that comes with being part of a huge family.
I don’t know if Allie is any of those things, but I’d like to find out.
She spins the bottle, and it whirls around on the low coffee table, seeking its target. I’m not bothered if it lands on me first. I have nothing to hide. There’s never any point concealing your true self from others. That kind of deception only comes back to bite you in the ass later down the line when you’re too tired to keep the mask in place. I am what I am. What you see is what you get with me. If that’s not good enough, well, I don’t give a fuck. Walk on by. There are plenty of other fish in the sea.
The bottle lands on Tom. I still haven’t worked the man out. He hasn’t spoken a whole lot since we arrived but that’s not a bad thing. I appreciate guys who hold their cards close to their chests. He’s not moody and his expression is open. I just get the feeling he’s quieter than some in the group.
“Trust me to get the first question,” he says.
“Fate lands where it lands,” I say.
“Okay.” Allie seems nervous as she breathes out a huff of air and smooths her hands over her thighs, thighs that I’ve imagined wrapped around my face more than once. Damn, she has nice legs. Curvy and toned but soft looking too. She places her phone on the table, set to record. “How about this one? What’s the most appreciative thing anyone has ever said about your size?”
Tom leans back on the sofa and rubs his face. “I don’t know how you guys talk about this stuff without getting embarrassed,” he admits.
“Sex is part of life, dude,” Jimmy says. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Shifting in his seat, Tom clears his throat. “My last girlfriend said she loved the way it made her feel completely full. Like nothing else would ever complete her in the same way.”
Allie stares at Tom, and I watch her pupils dilate, darkening her pretty brown irises.Mmmm…interesting. She likes that idea. Being filled and stretched.
“Great. Thanks for that, Tom.” Reaching forward, she spins the bottle again with a stronger sense of purpose, like she’s trying to regain some control of the situation or her own reactions.
The narrow bottle neck lands on Gabe.
