Page 19 of Never Have I Ever
“Grayson,” she says on the other line. Fuck. I forgot how breathy and angelic her voice is. I start to harden again and curse silently. I run a hand through my hair and tell myself to focus.
“Hey, angel.” I smirk. She seemed to like it when I called her that, just as much as I like calling her that.
“Hey,” she responds with a light giggle.
This is the second conversation we've had. I hope it's one of many because hearing that voice does things to me that I don't want to think about.
“How do you feel about a lesson today?” I ask her.
It's a Friday night. Aiden has already invited me to go to another dumbass frat party with prospects of hooking up with one of his groupies. I just scoffed at him and left. He couldn't pay me to sleep with one of these girls again. It happened one time during my freshman year, and the girl was cute and seemed interested.
But when we finally got down to it, she wouldn’t stop asking me about Aiden. I get it. He's a jock. Girls fawn over him all the time, and I'm his best friend, so I would know the most about him.
But when she started asking how big Aiden’s dick was or calling me Aiden, that’s what made my balls crawl back into my body and far away from her.
And when I told Aiden that, he cracked up, laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. But he still doesn’t let up on passing his groupies onto me, which I reject every time.
So, no. I don’t ever want to hook up with one of Aiden’s groupies again, or anyone else at that party.
Right now, I’ve got an angel on the phone asking me to take her on adventures, to corrupt her, and sadistically, I’m enjoying it.
“Today?” she asks, sounding a little panicky.
“Uh, yeah?” Shit. Has she changed her mind? I thought she'd be down for it. It's been almost a week since she came to me, and tonight seems like the perfect opportunity to show her how I live. “If you don’t want to do this anymore, that’s fine.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s… ugh.” She groans, clearly frustrated, and I take a minute to collect myself. Even when she’s angry, she sounds heavenly. “I’m supposed to be flying out to New York tonight.”
“Oh?” I say because I don’t want to make it seem like she has to come with me, and I don’t know if this is just an excuse she’s using to blow me off.
“Yeah.” She sighs. “Long story, but my mother is basically forcing me to.”
We may have more in common than I originally thought. I recall her telling me about wanting to be more than her mother’s expectations, and she sounds exasperated, so maybe she isn’t blowing me off, and that makes me smile.
“I thought you said you wanted to escape your mother,” I say, remembering that was one big reasoning for the list in the first place.
“I did, but—”
“Then come out with me tonight. Forget your mother.”
“I can’t,” she says, sounding defeated.
My eyes shut closed. I really wanted to see her again. I need a distraction tonight, and she sounds like she needs the same. “Rosie. Come on. You said you wanted fun, so let’s have fun.”
She’s quiet for a while, and I think she’s going to decline again. I start to lose hope that this arrangement will ever work if she can’t take one weekend away from her mother, but then she surprises me.
“Okay.”
I smirk. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I hear a small laugh from the phone, and I can’t help but close my eyes and smile, imagining what that laugh would look like if she were here.
“Will you be ready in ten minutes?” I ask.
“Maybe?” she says, sounding more like a question than an answer. “What should I wear? Where are we going?”
She’s asking me for fashion advice? My lips twitch in amusement. I’ve only seen her twice, but both times I couldn’t stop staring at her, at the way clothes fit her like they’re made for her.
“We’re going for a drive,” I tell her instead because I couldn’t care less about what she wears. I know she’s going to look hot in whatever she puts on.
