Page 45 of Doing It for Love

I went with it, way too buzzed to care why he was asking anything.

“Red. What’s yours?”

“Red too. Do you have a job?”

“Yes, but I want a different one.”

“Me too. Beer or wine?”

“I don’t drink. I’m eighteen.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t drinkregularly.”

“Okay, Coke or Pepsi?”

“Coke. How old are you?”

“Twenty-three.”

“You don’t look like it.”

“I don’t act like it, either.”

“Why the questions?” I finally asked. The windows were so fogged I couldn’t even see the car parked next to his.

“I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to get in your pants. I want in your brain, too.”

“You are getting closer to the keys that unlock both of those.”

We started testing boundaries then. His hands moved up. Mine moved down. Pretty soon we didn’t need our shirts to keep warm. I had my very first orgasm not by my own hand that night. Oh, so I guess that make-out doesn’t count…

Theresa laughs, taking me out of my thoughts and back into our dessert. Gregfinallydecides to go place our order, and I lean in and say through my teeth, “Never.”

“Huh?”

“Landon and I have neverjustkissed.”

She blinks, then her brain catches up with mine. “Not even the first time?”

“Well, that time we were only lip to lip, but after that, I mean, Landon and I are handsy, I guess.”

That and when we started hard-core making out, hell, why not go all the way? Even if it is a quickie during a commercial break.

“Then figure out where to put up your stop signs.”

“That’s it. I can’t. I just want him to keep going, and I think he wants to keep going, but he won’t because he doesn’t want to lose, and I won’t becauseIdon’t want to lose, then he pulls away and he’s…and I’m…and then we’re both…”

“Unbearable.”

I chuck my straw wrapper at her. “I was going to say on edge.”

She pulls her dark curls back, snapping an elastic band around them. “Just give in. Go to Utah.”

My eyes narrow. “I willnot.”

She laughs and sits back as Greg brings us water and our cheesecake. I’m into it so fast I nearly stab him with my fork.

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