“Holy shit, Kim. Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes, but you can’t say anything, D.”
“You fucked Bodhi McKnight?”
I nod. I haven’t told her yet about the day in the closet and my epic freak-out right afterward—I’m too embarrassed.
Daphne sits back and lets out a huge sigh. “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“No, like really wow. Kim, you’re in a relationship with one of the hottest guys out there right now, and instead of being with him, you’re drinking cheap-ass wine with me!” She leans over and sets her hand on my forehead.
“What are you doing?” I growl, batting her hand away.
“Checking for a fever.”
I shake my head and take the empty wine bottle to my kitchen before popping the cork on another one.
“He asked me to be his girlfriend,” I say, sitting back down.
“You do know that he’s never had a serious girlfriend, right? Not even before Virtuous Paradox started. He dated, but he never called any of them his girlfriend.”
Shrugging, I pour us both some more wine. “After this week, he may change his mind about us. He lives a completely different life in Los Angeles. I don’t fit in there.”
“You must fit somewhere.”
“It’s rehab. I fear that’s our only connection.” I lean back into my couch and nurse my latest glass of wine. I want to shut my brain off, but it’s running a mile a minute with no end in sight.
“So was the sex good?”
“Daphne…”
“What? I’m your best friend and you’re dating Bodhi McKnight. Throw me a bone.”
“Ugh,” I groan. “Fine. Each time we fooled around, I was the one who came on to him. I didn’t intend to have sex with him, but he turns me on and I couldn’t stop.”
“Did you do it in the barn?”
Shaking my head, I try to hide my smile. Every time I go into the closet in my office, I can vividly recall what we did in there. “The closet,” I say, bringing my glass to my lips. Her eyes widen and she holds her hand up for a high five. I give her one.
“I’m impressed.”
“Me too. Daphne, it was so fucking hot, it would’ve been a shame to waste the mood with some heavy petting. I’ve never done anything like that before, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
“With Bodhi?”
I nod. “He’s dirty.”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“He talks dirty. It turns me on. And the way he looks at me! I’m horny all the time when I’m around him.”
“Half the world is horny for him.”
“Yeah, don’t remind me.”
After Daphne falls asleep I think about calling Bodhi, but he needs his rest. What I try not to do is think about what he’s doing if he’s not sleeping. Are his friends over? Is he lying in bed watching TV? Is he thinking about me the same way I’m thinking about him?