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There isn’t a lot on Lexy’s Instagram, just a few pictures with Maci and a few with Mack, separated by pictures of the beach, and a stage I’m assuming is from the bar where she works. Each caption is a song lyric, most of them I know. I scroll back until I get to pictures from October and see an escalator selfie of Lexy and Maci. Don’t get me wrong, Maci is pretty. But Lexy, fuck. This must be from the night before Nolan and I got there. Lexy is wearing a silky red dress, her blonde curls falling down her back, giving me a perfect view of her chest and shoulders. The thin straps and low cut in the front leave little to my imagination. I’m still imagining anyway.
“Ooooh, who is that?” I didn’t realize Lauren was standing next to my bed, looking over my shoulder until she spoke. I look up, and she’s holding two plates of pizza.
“No one.” I swipe out of the app and put my phone on the nightstand before taking my plate from her.
“Well 'no one' is really fucking sexy, Troy.”
“Yeah.” I take a big bite of my pizza, hoping to avoid the rest of this conversation. Shit, that's hot.
“Nope. You’re not doing that.” She catches onto me. We might not be in a relationship, but after three months of fucking consistently and working together almost every shift, you pick up on a lot about another person.
After I finish chewing, I start to talk, but she cuts me off. “Do not tell me it’s nothing. I literally watch you around girls all day. I can read your damn face, so don’t act like I’m stupid.” She’s being sassy. It’s not as much fun when it’s not in bed.
I cave. “Remember when I went to Vegas?”
“With Nolan? Yeah. Oooh is that hall pass girl?”
“Depends which girl you’re talking about.”
“I mean, they are both pretty. But that girl in the red dress is who I know you were looking at.”
“Yeah, hall pass girl’s best friend. Lexy.”
“Dang, she even has a sexy name. So, what’s the deal?” She moves to sit on my bed, cross-legged in front of me like she’s waiting for a damn story.
“I hardly noticed her in Vegas. But I ran into her last night at that Irish bar I like in Newport.”
“And?” she asks when I don’t add anything else.
“And nothing. She’s hot. I gave her a ride home.”
“And you wanna have sex with her.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“You’re hot. I can have sex with you.”
She sighs. “Look. As much fun as this is.” Her finger draws a circle in the air between us. “We can’t do it forever, Troy. I don’t want you using this agreement we have as an excuse not to find someone. You’re not going to believe anyone is different from Emily if you don’t give them a chance.” I cringe at the sound of my ex’s name, but I know she’s right.
“Yeah. I know that,” I say with a hint of frustration, “but she’s just some girl, Lauren. Seriously. She doesn’t want a boyfriend, and she only kissed me because it was New Year's Eve.”
“Whoa whoa whoa. Back up. Who kissed who?”
I roll my eyes at her and set my plate of pizza on the nightstand next to my phone. Apparently, we are not eating right now. “I kissed her. For like one second. It was New Year's Eve.”
“And she kissed you back?”
“Not the first time.”
“Umm, there was more than one time?!”
I stare back at her. “She said I caught her off guard, and she wanted a redo.”
“Did you like it?” She’s acting like this is a big deal.
“It was a kiss, Lauren. I kiss you all the time.”
“Ummm, you don’t actually. Which is fine, and I don’t care. Just doesn’t seem like your thing.” She shrugs.
I shrug back and reach for my pizza again. She’s not wrong. It’s not that I don’t enjoy kissing. I just don’t tend to initiate it or focus on it. “I think you’re reading too much into this,” I say before taking a bite.
