Chapter 9
Kit
I drop my phone in my lap as casually as possible.
Joel stares at me.
I stare back.
He cocks a brow.
I shrug. "Yeah?"
He copies my tone. "Yeah." He shakes his head. "Who the hell was that?"
My phone buzzes with Piper's text. Her name is in my phone as Piper. I don't hide shit anymore.
Joel can't see that.
I shove my cell into my pocket. "I have to go."
He looks at me like I'm crazy. "To...?"
I hand him my controller—we're playing a racing video game—and push up from the couch. Thankfully, I'm at his place. That makes this easier to explain.
I don't have time to make up a cover story. I need to get to Piper. Now.
His voice gets serious. "Kit, you know—"
"It's not that."
"Then what the fuck is it?"
"A girl called."
"I know booty calls. That wasn't a booty call."
"I still want to see her."
"You don't want to see any girls. I've never seen anyone turn down as much casual sex as you have in the last two months. Or look as pissy about it."
"She's different."
"How?"
I hate myself for saying this. "She's a virgin."
Joel laughs. "No virgin is propositioning you."
"She begged me to come over."
"Fuck, no way. This is bullshit." He shakes his head but his eyes are bright.
"You need more details?"
"You know I'll always take details, as vivid as possible." He makes a harrumph noise. "Since when are you into virgins?"
"Trying something new."