Page 124 of Hypothetical Heart
Plus, he’s already seen my boobs, and I’ve sucked his dick. That counts for something, right?
“Winnie,” Genevieve sighs, looking at me through the mirror as she puts blush on. “You and Logan have waited long enough to do anything, let alone have sex. If it feels right and you want to, then do it.”
I run my hands through my hair, pulling at my roots. “Okay.”
“What’s bothering you so much about it?” Genevieve turns to look at me and reaches out to fix the placement of my necklace.
“I’ve never done anything on the receiving end, Evie. On top of that, I’m a fumbling mess ninety percent of the time. It’d probably be so awkward for him.” It’s the honest truth, something I would never say in front of Logan for fear of embarrassment.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Not to be crass, but I don’t see Logan being the type of guy to just lie back and make you do all the work. He’d do whatever you want, Winnie, because he’s obsessed with you.”
“So you don’t think it’s too soon?” I ask.
“No, but if you’re going to do it tonight while I’m sleeping in your living room, please try to be quiet.” She laughs.
“Thanks, Evie,” I say sincerely, and she wraps her arms around me.
We break apart when we notice both our phones buzzing on the counter, our boyfriends telling us to meet them in the lobby.
“Hey,” Genevieve says, grabbing my hand to stop me from leaving right this second. “Don’t hold back tonight. Just do what feels right.”
I take a deep breath as if I could inhale the confidence that flows between her words. “Yeah,” I say, even though I don’t sound sure.
Jameson is waiting in front of the elevator for us, wearing black slacks and a red button-up, perfectly matching his devil horns.
When I see Logan standing in the lobby, I can’t help but laugh out loud in pure shock.
Genevieve can’t either. “What the fuck is he wearing?” she asks.
My hand falls over my mouth as we approach them. I’ve been stunned into silence by my boyfriend, standing in front of us in a full cowboy costume.
“I don’t even know what to say to you right now.” My hands rake up my face and over my head as I approach him.
“Well good thing I know just the right words.” He smiles, slinging his arm over my shoulders. “You look gorgeous, just like I knew you would, sweetheart.”
My hand lands on his bare chest; I’m not even worried about where Jameson and Genevieve are or whether or not they’re watching. All I can focus on is the fact that my boyfriend–my city-born and raised boyfriend–is dressed as a sexy cowboy right in front of me. And I like it… a lot.
“We are in New York City right now. You realize that, right?” I laugh, taking in his obnoxious outfit.
He’s shirtless, wearing jeans with a cowboy hat and a bandana. To top it off, he has a lasso wrapped around his neck.
“It’s a good thing we’re matching then, isn’t it?”
He’s probably right. At least I won’t be the only one out of place tonight.
“Are you wearing fucking cowboy boots?” Genevieveinterjects, putting a hand on Jameson’s chest to step in front of him in order to get a closer look at Logan. Her boyfriend doesn’t even mind. He’s too busy laughing along.
Logan motions downward. “They complete the look.”
“Good Lord, we’ve got to go,” Genevieve sighs, throwing her head back and messing up her halo.
“She’s the furthest thing from an angel!” Logan scoffs as we watch our friends from across the bar.
Genevieve is drunk–the rest of us are feel-good tipsy–and somehow, she got persuaded into laying on the bar top while Jameson takes a body shot off her. I’m in complete shock watching because I assumed she would never do something like this.
Instead, here I sit, watching her put salt on her neck, a lime in her mouth, and a shot glass on her bare stomach.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone.
