Page 83 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 24
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Britt’s trying to kill me. With her body. Half naked all the time.
I’m really thankful to be on the road today, because I won’t be tempted to throw her over the couch and forget to take things slow. Because she’ll be wearing clothes. Or at least that was the goal. Until she walked out of her room looking like she does right now.
Since her brother’s appearance, we haven’t gotten that close again. But I’ve decided to let things roll. She knows I’m leaving in three months. She knows my priorities.
She’s a fucking adult who can make her own decisions without my opinions or anyone else’s.
I’m sick of fucking pretending I can be a saint. Especially since I can’t keep my damn hands off her. Even standing close requires me touching her in some way.
Now she’s bent over my couch in my house with the tightest pants I’ve ever seen as she digs out her crossword puzzle book from her purse. Apparently she thinks this trip will be as boring as the last trip.
My hand slides around her waist, tugging her toward the door, as the guys finish loading up the last of the equipment in the trailer.
“We’ll be sleeping in the van tonight,” Taylor tells her as she steps out.
“Already informed her,” I say as I climb in behind her, straddling the trailer that’s hooked behind us in order to get in.
Taylor and Randy take the front, and Sticks joins us in the back.
Just before the doors shut, I hear, “I’m here! I’m late, but I’m here!”
Britt perks up, looking toward the doors as I put my arm around her, both of us sitting on the bench seat across from Sticks on the other.
“I thought I’d invite someone you seemed to get along with, so that you wouldn’t be the only one on the outside of the inside jokes,” I tell Britt, smiling when she studies me for a second.
Krysta hurtles herself inside, closing the doors behind her.
“And I’m going to redeem myself,” Krysta says as she drops her bag next to ours and plops down on the seat near Sticks, but not too close.
Sticks grins as he glances over at her.
“You mean you’re not going to get shit-faced wasted within an hour?” he prods.
“Har. That’s exactly what I mean. I’m not going to drink at all,” she tells him, and then glances over at Britt and smiles. “And I owe you big time.”
“I didn’t do much. Ruby came,” Britt informs her.
Krysta’s cheeks redden a little, even as she tries to pretend she’s not embarrassed. “Yes, well, you didn’t owe me even that much. You could have just left me at my house or in my car.”
“That would have been wrong,” Britt points out, as though that’s obvious. “And very terrible.”
Krysta just smiles a little, relaxing in her seat as Taylor starts trying to make everyone think this is going to be an epic road trip.
Sticks and I groan in unison.
After we’re all sick of Randy singing and manage to get the music cut down, Sticks looks over at Britt, who is sitting next to a familiar stack of doughnut boxes that Randy brought along.
“So why’d you start up those hymen classes at the clinic?” Sticks asks, as Krysta sputters and chokes on her water in surprise.
“People consider me to be highly intelligent, but when I started trying to gather information on my body and sex, I realized how very little information I’d been made aware of,” she states simply.
“So you decided to share?” Krysta asks, recovering as she tries to join in on the conversation.
Britt shrugs. “It’s just small little lectures. They sprinkle the day with them and different speakers, but keep them short and fun.”
