chapter fifteen
“In another life, I could have been a monk — but my body was made for performance and I heard it wasn’t safe to go without sex for too long. The point? I’m basically as close to sainthood as a person can get. Want to know why? Because I see someone in need, and I help them. Need some advice? Stop looking inward, find a pathetic bastard who needs your help, and do the right thing. Well! GO!”
~From Max Emory’s Guide to Dating and Other Important Life Lessons
Maddy
I fell into a dreamless sleep, only to wake up when something kept smacking against my window. I grabbed the old baseball bat in the corner and slowly pulled the curtains back.
Jason was standing below, a few rocks in hand, chucking them at the glass.
I glanced back at the clock.
Four in the morning?
Really?
I jerked open the window. “What the hell are you doing? Do you know how late it is?”
“I’m drunk.”
I sighed. “Of course you are.”
“Max’s fault.”
He was still beautiful, even drunk, his biceps tightened beneath that same vintage shirt. I wanted to squeeze them. I wanted to kiss him again, to feel him on top of me, or on bottom — I wasn’t picky.
He’s an ass.
He’s a complete ass.
But why did he have to look so good with a backward baseball cap on and a five o’clock shadow?
WHY!
“Give me two days.”
“Two days? I’m confused. Is this more drunken talk, because I really need to go back to bed.” I turned.
“Wait!” he yelled, probably waking up the entire neighborhood.
I made a motion with my hands. “Shh! You’re going to wake up my parents.”
He grinned wickedly. “Wouldn’t be the first time, now would it, Maddy?”
I felt my face heat.
He’d barely escaped that night. We’d had sex in my room, and I’d been too loud. Suddenly, the lights to the hall flicked on, and Jason made a narrow escape onto the roof.
“You’re blushing,” he pointed out.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Jason.”
“Do you remember? What it felt like? Me inside you, my hands roaming all over your soft body… the way you screamed my name every time I licked your—”