Page 123 of Infatuation

I blush.

“Holy shit. More than that?”

I don’t reply.

“Did you go down on her?”

“No.”

“She went down on you?”

I blush again. “No. Just kissing and heavy petting. But we weren’t in our clothes.” I clear my throat. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Josh bites his lip. “I’m not looking at you like anything. Tell me all about it.”

“No.”

“Honesty-game.”

“Screw that. So far, the honesty-game has been me spilling my guts to you and getting nothing from you in return.”

He grins. “Now you see how it feels.”

I roll my eyes.

“Come on, PG. Gimme a little dirt about your lesbo-encounter. Look how hard you’re making me.” He motions to the bulge behind his briefs.

I feel myself blushing like crazy. “My friend was just trying to drive her boyfriend crazy. They’d had a fight and he was being an ass and she was trying to make him lose his shit. We were just being, you know, naughty, trying to get him riled up. It was pretty hot, actually. He sat there and watched us.”

“Ah, so that’s what turned you on, huh? Having him watch?”

My cheeks are absolutely blazing. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Josh’s boner is absolutely huge behind his briefs—and the look of arousal on his face is unmistakable.

“Did the boyfriend join in after a bit?”

My heart is racing. “I think I’ll wait to answer that question ’til after I’ve seen your application. The honesty-game only gets you so much when it’s a one-way street. Speaking of which, I do believe it’s time you gimme that damned application.”

“I kiss you; I fuck you; I give you my application—I told you. We’re still in the I-fuck-you portion of our program.” He lies back onto the pillows on the bed, smirking, and puts his arms behind his head—revealing tattoos on the undersides of his biceps that say “Welcome to” on one arm and “the Gun Show” on the other.

“Oh, Jesus, Josh, no,” I say, rolling my eyes. “No, no, no. Those are even worse than freaking ‘YOLO’!”

He laughs.

“You’re hopeless.” I hit my forehead with my palm. “Oh my God. What am I gonna do with you?”

He’s laughing his ass off. “I told you. Drunken tattoos are kind of mything. These bad boys were a dare.” He flexes his bicep and kisses it.

“Josh.No.”

“Kat.Yes. I had to—I had no choice. Reed ‘double-dared’ me, Kat. What else was I supposed to do?”

I laugh. “Holy hell. From here on out, you’re gonna check with me before you even walk past a tattoo parlor. Do you understand me?”

He laughs. “Thanks, Mom.”

I twist my mouth. “You’re joking, but that shit wouldn’t have happened if you’d had an ounce of fucking parental supervision in your life. You’re just an overgrown child.”

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