“I wasn’t lying.”
“So where did you meet her?”
“On campus. Actually, no. At a bar. And then I kept seeing her on campus, and I finally convinced her to go on a couple of dates with me,” I explain.
“And you had sex with her.”
I nod.
“So is it serious?”
“No,” I immediately say. “It’s definitely not serious.”
“Is she good in bed?”
“I’m not going to answer you.”
“Which means she’s fucking unbelievable in bed. Any girl who can walk around so casually with her tits out has to be pretty open to anything.”
She’s definitely open to lots of things. Last night in the car was…interesting. And mind-blowing, no denying that. I felt like she was pushing me. And I was pushing her. It was a turn-on. She’s a turn-on.
I want to see her again.
“I’m jealous, man. Not going to lie.” Chad stands, stretches his arms above his head. “I’m gonna go take a shower and then crash out. I’m finished with this weekend. Swear to God I’m still hungover.”
The moment he walks out of the living room I’m on my phone, sending a text to Jensen.
Can you see this?
I unblocked you, she immediately answers.
I have a question for you.
What?
I want to ask you in person.
She doesn’t reply for a few minutes, making me anxious. Maybe that’s not such a good idea.
My heart sinks. Why not?
If we keep seeing each other, I’ll end up hurting you in the end.
That’s something a guy would say to get in a girl’s pants. Hell, I’ve said that before to some poor, innocent girl. Yeah, I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done, but I’m trying to change my ways.
You can’t hurt me. I have zero expectations.
You’re a liar.
She’s right. I am a liar. The more this girl resists, the more I want her.
Let me come get you, I tell her.
Why?
I want to see you.
How about I come see you? I’ll take an Uber.