“What about other guys? Ever kissed another guy?”
“Nope.”
“Huh,” I huff and then turn my face away again because, like I told Lex, I keep staring at those plump lips, and it’s becoming an issue.
“And you’re not freaking out?”
“Should I be?”
I bounce my leg and peek at him. “Well, no, just didn’t want you having some kind of sexual identity crisis on the way to vacation.”
“No crisis here.”
Oh, damn him. Why can’t he give me more? A little more explanation would be nice. These obtuse answers are driving me insane. I don’t want to just come out and ask him if he’s bisexual. He has to want to tell me.
“Okay, well then, what did you think?” I ask when August remains annoyingly silent.
“What did I think about what?”
“About the kiss?” I snap impatiently.
He shrugs. “It was alright.”
My jumping leg stills, and I bite down on my thumbnail because fuck, am I a bad kisser? Maybe he just didn’t like it. The thought makes my stomach hurt. Never had any complaints before. Most of the people I’ve mouth-fucked before have been happy with my performance.
I think.
Unless they’re liars. That could quite possibly be a possibility.
“Just alright?” I ask pathetically.
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t like phenomenal? Best you’ve ever had?”
He peeks over at me and his lips twitch. “Fishing for compliments, Emery?”
“I hate fishing. Boring as fuck. One of my foster dads was so into it. Took me on a trip once…” my voice trails off, as I suddenly realize where this story leads. “Hate fishing. Boring shit.”
August eyeballs me and my cheeks are flaming.
“Anyway, enough about that. It doesn’t matter. I think we should both pretend that kiss never happened.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” August says, and fuck if that doesn’t bother me more than it should.
I want him to remember it because I will be replaying it ad nauseum for years to come.
I pull out my phone and scroll through Reddit once more to distract my brain because if I don’t, I’ll obsess about August and his stupid sexy lips. I scroll through some subs, reading through a million comments until a gentle nudge has me jumping slightly.
“Oh shit, you scared me,” I breathe when I see August glancing over at me before pulling his gaze back to the road.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to, but you didn’t respond to your name.”
“Yeah, that happens.”
“You want to drive for a bit?” August asks, and I almost choke on my Jolly Rancher. I glance at the clock and realize that two whole hours have passed.
This is how it is. I lose all track of time. I know it bugs August to no end because he straight up told me one time. He’d said, “Next time think about someone other than yourself.”