Page 29 of Love Is Ale You Need

“But you know you could change that.”

“You’re forgetting one key fact. Trey doesn’t do relationships. I don’t do relationships with guys like Trey. We’re just going on a friendly date.”

She faces me, hand on her hip. “And you’re forgetting one key fact. He pursued the fuck out of you. Guys who want a friendly date don’t do that.”

Ugh. She’s right. Deep down, I know that, but it’s easier if I convince myself that it’s nothing more than friends.

“Be a little selfish. Do this for you. And whatever happens,” she curls her thumb and pointer finger into an O and stabs her pointer finger on her other hand through the hole, “do it for you.” Her mouth falls open as she rolls her eyes, faking an orgasm.

I slap her hands apart, and she laughs. Flashbacks of straddling his lap in his SUV, his cock stretching me while he tongues my nipple flit through my mind and right now, I could use a little finger in the O.

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All weekend, I’ve been thinking about my date with Trey. Most importantly, I’ve been on edge about what he has planned. He did text me what time he’ll pick me up but gave me no other clues. It’s been months, hell, probably closer to years, since I’ve gone on an actual date. Dinner and a movie kind of date. And I don’t even know if we’re doing dinner and a movie. Or what I should wear.

With my laptop pulled out to my online banking and bills scattered across the thoroughly aged dining room table, I let out a heavy sigh. With the measly four figure number sitting in my bank account, it’s best I don’t go date outfit shopping. Whatever I have in the closet will have to do. But I make a mental note of what I can spend in case he expects me to pay for myself. My foot bounces as I eye my phone next to me. All I want to know is what our date entails so I can dress accordingly. That’s not too much to ask, right? I pick up my phone and send a text to Trey.

Rylee

What’s appropriate attire for our date?

Trey

Thinking about our date, are we?

Rylee

Just thinking of what to wear. I don’t want to show up looking like a trash panda.

Trey

You could show up wearing a burlap sack and you’d still be beautiful

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Heat creeps over my cheeks. It’s been a long time since I’ve been called beautiful. The drunken, slurred compliments at Porter’s don’t count.

Rylee

My sack’s at the dry cleaners. What else do you got?

Trey

You’re welcome to wear what you’d like. Whatever makes you comfortable.

Rylee

That doesn’t help because if that was the case, I would show up in yoga pants and a T-shirt.

Trey

That works for me.

Rylee

This isn’t helping. What are you wearing?

Trey

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