"Yeah."
"Okay, just let me go change." He came back out of his room while he was still pulling a white t-shirt over his head. His jeans sat low on his waist and hugged him in all the right places. He sat down next to me on the couch. "What exactly do you want me to teach you?"
"All of it." He smelled like cinnamon. It must be from something he made at work. I found myself wanting to lick his skin. Calm down!
"You seemed to be doing pretty well with Connor the other night. I didn't even believe you when you said you two hadn't hooked up."
"That was just fooling around. It was all him."
"Well that's how it works. I'm usually the one being forward. And then if the girl responds, I know she's interested."
He hasn't been forward with me at all. "So, what if the guy isn't being forward? Is there something I could do in order to let a guy know that I'm interested in hooking up?"
"Yeah, just be flirtatious and slutty."
I have been! "I've tried that. It doesn't seem to work."
"So maybe he's gay."
"No he's definitely not gay. I've heard him having sex."
"In your office?"
"No. No, that's not what I meant. I've heard about him having sex. From other people. He has sex with women and people talk, you know? Normal office stuff."
"No, not really."
"Okay, well he's not gay. He's straight. Just take my word for it."
"I'm sorry, Keira, but maybe he's just not that into you."
I bit my lip. "Oh." Of course. Of course you're not into me.
Rory was staring at me.
"Well maybe I just don't know how to be forward enough. Maybe you could show me exactly what a girl would do if she was interested in you. I mean, have you ever slept with a girl who you didn't find super attractive?"
"No."
"Well, just show me what to do." This wasn't working. He's not attracted to me.
Rory sighed. "Okay. So obviously if I'm sitting at the bar or something, she'd come and sit right next to me."
I can do that. I'm doing it right now! "Good to know." I scribbled that down in my notebook.
"You're taking notes?"
"I don't want to forget anything. Keep going."
"Lots of flirtatious touching. So when you laugh, touch his shoulder. Or put your hand on his thigh."
"Hand on thigh, got it." I bit my lip. "Wait, like right above the knee?"
Rory put his hand on the middle of my thigh. "Higher is better."
Yes it is. I gulped.
"And if you really want him to know you mean business, slowly move your hand up his thigh. He'll get the picture, unless he's an idiot." He moved his hand off my leg.