Page 37 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
Blanche has gone caveman on me. That caveman wants to return to the shower and be the good girl who gets the big dick.
I’m ready to drop my towel and pick up where we almost left off. And then my phone dings with a text. And another. Then a third.
“We’re late for the painting class,” I tell Wyatt after reading them.
He looks beyond disappointed. “Right. I’m going to change.” He grabs his room key off the dresser and heads for the door. He pauses and looks back at me like he’s going to say something but then changes his mind. I wait until the door closes behind him before stomping around the room to relieve my frustration. I’m sure I’ve ruined any moment we may have had, which leaves me feeling equal parts relief and remorse.
I can add clitorference to the list of things Taylor does that I don’t like.
If that isn’t bad enough, I’ve just spent a half hour in the shower and still need to wash my hair.
wyatt – that night
“Everyone,find a scavenger hunt buddy. There should be…” Taylor is loopy after the day’s activities. “I’m not sure exactly, but it’s a lot of teams of two. And here are the lists.”
I like loopy Taylor; she’s more entertaining than regular Taylor. Granted, I haven’t spent much time with her and Blake. They haven’t been togetherthatlong, less than a year for sure. But since getting engaged a month and a half ago, they’ve been doing more things with their ‘couple friends.’ It bothered me initially because I miss spending time with my friend. But, hell, who knows, maybe I’ll be a ‘couple friend’ one day too.
The thought automatically makes me look around for Brie. She’s been running hot and cold since our shower together this morning. One minute, she enjoys my company and lowers her guard. The next, she remembers that she doesn’t like me and shuts down.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out she’s holding a grudge from her eighteenth birthday when I wouldn’t sleep with her. We haven’t talked about it. But if we did, I think I’d try to explain my mindset at the time. I’m not sure I even understood what I was thinking that day.
I inherently knew I wasn’t ready for her. Or her for me. But that wasn’t even the bulk of it. I’d spent the afternoon leering at a woman I’d already slept with and lusting after a girl I was supposed to look after and protect. Who the fuck was I to presume I deserved to be her first?
I was a fucking punk. Which is not to say I don’t regret that decision, because I do. The idea of someone else putting their hands on her makes me insane with jealousy. If I see Pete touch her, I won’t be held responsible for what I do to him.
If we’d hooked up that night—because that’s all it would have been, a hook-up—we’d never have a chance at even the most basic of friendships now.
Not that I’d be alive since Blake would have killed me if he’d found out. Hell, I’m pretty sure he’d take me down now, no questions asked if he knew mythoughtsabout his sister.
I want that chance at a friendship with Bristol. I want that and more.
I glimpse her red hair through the crowd and smile despite myself. She’s dressed casually in cut-off jeans, Converse, and a t-shirt from Adam Ant’s Pure Sex Tour.
This girl, man.
My smile grows the closer she gets.
“Nice fucking shirt,” I say. “Is it legit?”
“Hell, yes, it is,” she says, her cheeks upturning.
My chest feels tight when I look at her; my eyes can’t get enough. “Want to be my hunt buddy?”
“Oh look, it’s theengagedcouple.” Amy and Pete descend on us like rats with cheese.
“It is.” I pull Brie into my side like it’s my right to do it. In some ways, it is.
“Why do you always say it like that?” Bristol asks Amy, her eyes narrowing.
“Like what?” Amy cocks her head. Pete stands beside her, his eyes drinking Bristol in the same way mine did moments ago.
That needs to stop.
“Like you’re putting air quotes around it,” Brie explains, using her fingers to demonstrate.
“You mean as if I don’t believe it’s true?” Amy asks.
“Yeah,” Brie says.
