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“Thanks,” I reply, rubbing my thumb against the condensation gathered on the outside of the beer. It squeaks, something I’ve loved doing since I was a kid with any chilled drink.
“Try it,” she encourages. “New brew we just got in.”
I take a sip, then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand to clear the foam. “It’s good,” I say.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lower lip. “Do you taste the pine?”
“Uh…” I take another sip. “Maybe?”
She smiles. “What about the lemon and white pepper?”
I’m undecided if she’s fucking with me or not.
“There are some peach and mango notes in there too.”
“You know a lot about this beer.”
“Because I brewed it. You’re the first person who ordered it.”
“You made this?” I ask, impressed. And a little concerned, because can people justdo that? Brew beer and serve it to people?
“Yeah. It’s my fifth brew. Took me a year to talk Arlo intocarrying it here.”
“That’s really cool.”
“Thanks. The dream is to open up my own brewery one day.”
“I’d drink there,” I tell her, taking another sip. The beer is good. I can’t taste any of the stuff she mentioned, but it’s way better than the warm piss we have at parties.
“I’m Zara,” she says.
“Aidan.”
I study Zara more closely. Conor was right—she’s hot.
She has a tattoo on the inside of her wrist I can’t quite make out. It’s writing in some fancy script. Despite the cold temperatures outside, she’s wearing a tank top that’s tight enough to show off her tits.
“Your boyfriend must love that he has a free beer supply,” I say.
She leans closer, the end of her ponytail almost brushing the top of the table. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Aidan.”
Zara licks her bottom lip again, and it’s a hot move. My dick reacts, thickening as I imagine her tongue on it.
We’re facing Mulbridge in the quarterfinals, and their defense is packed with bruisers. I’m not looking forward to the beating I’ll be taking, and it’s been a while since my body feltgood. The whole time Rylan was sucking me, I was in a state of disbelief it was really happening. Then uncertainty, when she immediately bailed.
“I get off at eleven,” she prompts. Again, giving me the perfect opening.
But…I can’t take it.
I’d be fucking Zara’s mouth, but I’d be pretending it was Rylan on her knees. And I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life, but I’ve never hooked up with a girl and thought about someone else.
“I’m busy later,” I tell her.
“That’s cool,” she says, but I see the disappointment flash across her face. “Maybe another time.”
She’s gone before I can decide how to reply.
I exhale, scrubbing a palm across my face and then downing a large gulp of beer.
