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I don’t actually want to wait a week or two to see Dex, if I’m being honest. I want to see him now.
He’s fun.
Sexy.
I consider her words, though. “That’s probably a good idea. But ... what if he thinks I’m not interested anymore?”
“If he’s worth it, he’ll understand. Communication is key, right?” She crushes the now-empty cracker bag in her hand. “Just be honest with him. Tell him you need some space and want to think things through.”
Do I want space?
“Or,” she goes on, “you could text him back and tell him you want to see him?”
My friend wiggles her eyebrows up and down.
“Should I?”
“Yeah, fuck it. You only live once. But if he pulls something like this again, he can kiss your ass goodbye.”
I pick my phone up and go back to our chat, worrying my bottom lip. Type out a reply.
Delete it.
Me:
Begging will only get you so far.
Me:
Just because you’re hot, doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for your bullshit.
I delete those too.
Me:
Fine. I’ll let you give your side of the story—but if you’re going to tell me more lies or gaslight me, I’ll go to the press myself and tell them what aPlayeryou are. Agreed?
Dex:
Deal.
I show my response to Cora, whose mouth falls open. “Damn, you’re way braver than I am. I would have invited him to have sex with me in my car in the parking lot.”
I stand and grab my garbage, glancing around to make sure the sixth-grade science teacher hasn’t overheard her.
“You’re a terrible influence.”
And that, my friends, is how I ended up in the park with Dex.
He’s here waiting when I arrive with Wyatt in tow. It’s a park—she loves parks and can play while he and I talk. She insisted on accompanying me, and normally I’d never allow it, but she’s obviously not old enough to stay home alone and no freaking way was I taking her to Colton’s so he could keep an eye on her.
No. Freaking. Way.
He’d use it against me. I realize he’s capable of that now.
“Thanks for seeing me,” Dex says. “I know I don’t deserve it.”
“You’re right, youdon’tdeserve it.” I can’t resist snarkily pointing out that he’s lucky I agreed to meet him in the first place. My lips are pursed, and I’m doing my best not to look directly at him. He’s too damn good looking; it’s like staring at the sun—hot and bright and makes me want to melt.
