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“So?” I prompted.
She swung her head around to look at me. “So…what?”
“Ava, you must have something to say about whatever you heard?”
“What? That you used to sleep with Shelby, and that you were kind of a dickhead to her when you were having sex and after you stopped? And all you do with girls is have sex with them then dump them”
I cleared my throat. “Um, yeah, that stuff.”
Ava took a deep breath and dropped the fry she had been holding, wiping her hands on a nearby napkin. “Look, Jack, I’m not going to lie, I didn’t love hearing all this stuff, but it wouldn’t be honest if I acted like I didn’t already know most of it. How can I get mad about what you were never hiding from me?”
I opened and closed my mouth several times, not prepared for her to have such a logical reply. “I don’t know, it’s just sort of a shitty thing to hear, especially considering what we have planned for tonight.” Why was I bringing this up? I was potentially scaring off the one girl I wanted more than anyone I’d ever met in my life.
She turned her head to look over the cafeteria, but I think she was only looking at everyone else so she wouldn’t have to look at me. “Yeah, I’m not sure what to feel, but again, I can’t hold your past against you. You want to know if it makes me hesitate to do this with you, based on the details I learned today?” I felt my heart stop as she posed the one question I was hoping to avoid but couldn’t fault her for bringing up. I mean, I practically brought it up myself.
“Maybe,” she continued, and my gut clenched, “but the whole reason I’m doing this with you is because I want to. I want to do something even if it ends up being a catastrophic failure because at least these were all my choices, you know?”
“Yeah, I mean, I don’t know that I want to be categorized under the label of catastrophic failure, but I get the general idea,” I said dryly.
She laughed, as I’d hoped she would.
“So, we good?” I asked, eating some fries myself in order to seem less tense than I was as I awaited her answer.
“Yeah, Jack, we’re good.”
I blew out the breath I’d been holding, as she got up to go to her next class.
“See you tonight,” she said softly as she passed me by, and I felt my dick immediately respond.
Tonight. Finally.
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Chapter 17
Ava
I drove over to Jack’s house hoping my hands didn’t become permanently attached to my steering wheel due to the amount of moisture they were producing. It’s not like I’ve never had sex before, I had. I’ve just never had sex with Jack Becker. I glanced at the clock in my car, noticing I was late. I usually ran late everywhere I went, but this was the first time I felt truly justified.
I pulled into his driveway and sat there for a minute trying to calm down. God, why was I so nervous? I had never felt like this before a date with Chad. Maybe I had a little bit for the first couple of months we dated, but when I looked back at it, I think I was experiencing the vicarious excitement of my friends.
I walked past the mansion that apparently only Jack’s parents shared. I could only assume that Jack’s choice in living arrangements was a reflection of his relationship with his parents – distant.
The pool house was a cute, cottage style house that sat to the left side of an large, curved swimming pool. The door swung open to reveal Jack standing in the doorway. I stopped short when I heard a man’s voice call out from the big house behind me.
“Oh, Jack, is that girl a friend of yours?”
I turned and saw a handsome man in his forties holding a whiskey glass, scanning me up and down. His resemblance to Jack was remarkable, the only difference being hair color. The man, who I could assume was Jack’s father, was blond, with maybe some grey sprinkled in there. It was hard to tell from this distance.
“Go back inside,” Jack replied harshly.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, son?” Jack’s dad asked as he took a few steps out the door toward where we were standing.
“Fuck, no.” Jack grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the house, slamming the door behind us.
“You want a drink?” Jack asked as he walked to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer, his shoulders stiff with tension. I guess I had been right about Jack’s relationship with his parents, or at least his father.
“Water would be great,” I responded nervously.
