Page 111 of Off-Limits
“I will beat your ass, Johnny Arlington. Now tell me.”
Groaning, in what I know is resignation, he looks back out to the ocean.
“I hooked up with this chick.”
“What’s new?” I joke, but the tic in his jaw stops me. “And?”
“I can’t get her out of my fucking head.”
“You only slept with her once?”
“Define once,” he says, a smirk pulling at the corner ofhis lips.
“Did you see her more than the one night?”
“Nope.”
“Did you get her number?”
“Nope.”
“Does she frequent wherever you picked her up?”
“I’ve seen her a couple of times, but not in the past month.”
“So, you are pussy whipped over a chick you met once?”
“Damon, fuck me, she was feisty little thing. I was pulling all the moves on her for fucking hours; I was just lucky she needed a ride because the taxi line was a mile long.”
“Please tell me you didn’t fuck her in your car?”
“What if I did?” he asks, finally looking at me.
I look at my best friend, realising I’ve not seen him hot over chick like this in fuck knows how long. Whoever she is, she really got under his skin.
“She had this long chestnut coloured hair, tits like you wouldn’t believe, legs for fucking days, and these dark as sin eyes that saw right through me. With everything we did in that backseat, I can’t get her eyes out of my head, or the way her tattooed forearm and hand wrapped around mine while it was collaring her neck.”
“Too much information, wanker.” I joke, gagging, and he turns to me with a sad smile on his face.
“What’s with these young chicks now days?” he asks out loud, but I can tell he’s asking himself more than me.
It seems we both have a thing for younger women.
“What are you going to do?”
“Keep creeping until I see her again.”
“Do not start stalking the poor girl, Johnny. I refuse to bail you out if you get caught.”
“I won’t get caught,” he says, grinning, and I groan.
Pulling my knees up, I glance out across the vast expanseof the ocean, watching as the waves ripple, build and then crash onto the shore. We stay quiet for some time, seemingly lost in our own thoughts, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable.
After what feels like hours, but is probably only fifteen minutes, Johnny speaks.
“So should we try and get home before dark, or are you planning on staying the night out here?”
“Fuck no.”
