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Frannie let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know. Half the time? Maybe more, maybe less? Some women don’t get there at all.”
“Well, they must not be very selective about who they’re having sex with then. I’d never finish without making sure my partner was completely satisfied.” Some guys were real douchecanoes. I’d never had complaints about my escapades in the bedroom… or the truck bed… or any of the other places I might have sown my wild oats.
“You probably wouldn’t even know.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Her brows lifted. “Maybe they fake it.”
“No way. A guy can tell when it’s real and when it’s not.”
“That’s what all men think.” Frannie shook her head and sat up. “I promise you, though, women can be pretty convincing. Especially when a guy has that same attitude and won’t give up until he knows she’s done. Do you have any idea what it’s like to lie there knowing no matter how much effort he puts in, there’s no way you’re going to be able to… you know. I’d rather fake it and get to the good part.”
“What’s the good part?” I had my own ideas about what constituted the good part for me, but I wanted to hear what she said. Because based on what she’d been saying, the good part for Frannie didn’t have anything to do with sex.
“The cuddling after.” Her eyes met mine for a fraction of a second before she looked away. “That’s always been the best part for me.”
“Can I get a little clarification about something you said?” Or maybe it was more about something she didn’t quite say.
“What?” She’d pushed the blanket back and looked like her tolerance for our topic of conversation had just about expired.
“Have you ever gotten there during sex, Frannigan?” I couldn’t believe I had the balls to ask the question out loud, but I was desperate to know the answer.
“Maybe I haven’t found the right guy yet.” She shrugged, her way of downplaying the fact she’d just admitted she’d never been able to have an orgasm with a guy. “I’m going to bed. Are you staying up for a while or do you want me to let Pete the Dog out again before I turn in?”
She stood and looked down at me, her hair falling out of her bun, her cheeks still flushed from our conversation. She’d never looked more beautiful to me. Not even the fugly pajama bottoms mattered. I wanted to take her hand and ask her to give me a chance. To tell her that I was the right guy. That she didn’t have to look any longer. All she needed to do was let me in.
I even got to my feet, balancing on the edge of telling her the truth. The slightest encouragement could have made me risk everything so I could unburden myself from the secret I’d been carrying around for years.
Then I put my weight on my bad leg. Pain shot down the back of my calf and into my foot. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep from showing it on my face.
“Are you okay?” Frannie reached for my arm. “Is your leg bothering you?”
“I’m fine.” I gritted my teeth as I pulled her into a hug. “You get to bed. I’ll be up for a while and will take care of the dog.”
“Goodnight, Evan.” She tilted her head back and looked up at me. “Thanks for letting me move in for a while. I really appreciate it.”
“That’s what friends are for, right?”
Nodding, she let her arms fall to her sides and turned away. “Best friends. That’s what best friends are for.”
CHAPTER16
Frannie
My plan tosleep in and get caught up on rest lasted until just after seven a.m. That’s when Pete the Dog opened the door to my bedroom and hopped up on the bed.
“Go away. I’m supposed to get to sleep in.” I pulled a pillow over my head and tried to ignore him.
He nudged his nose under the pillow. His warm, gross doggy breath filled the space. I gagged as I avoided breathing it in.
“What have you been eating?” Rolling over, I pinched my nose. “Never mind.”
I knew what he’d been eating, at least last night. Memories of the conversation Evan and I shared hit me like a two-by-four to the skull. Had I really admitted to him that I’d never had an orgasm during sex? Ugh. I shouldn’t have said yes to the second glass of wine at dinner. I’d never even felt it. I just got tired.
Great. Now I’d have to figure out a way to convince Evan I’d been joking. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Based on the soft light filtering in through the blinds, it was too damn early to get up.
Pete the Dog wasn’t capable of negotiating, so I pulled on a robe, slid my feet into my slippers, and headed to the kitchen in search of coffee.
