Page 50 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Of course, I would.”
“You still willing to do whatever it takes to win?”
“If it means taking Amy down, then absolutely I am.”
“Hell yes, that’s my girl.” I pull her toward the tram stop, walking at a brisk pace.
“I’m not your girl.”
“You could be my girl.”
“I could never be your girl.”
“I think you’re using those words incorrectly,” I say. “Maybe you don’t know what they mean.”
“Pfft, no, I’m not, and yes, I do.”
I stop before we get into the tram station. “Why couldn’t you be my girl?”
“Wyatt, we need to keep going. You said one stop, five minutes, we win. Come on.” She pulls at my hand, trying to get me to budge.
“I’m not moving until you tell me why you can’t be my girl,” I say.
“For starters, I hate you. And my sole focus in life is to take you down.”
“Wow, that’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” So, itisabout her birthday, I figured as much.
“Maybe. But that doesn’t make it undeserved.”
“What’d I ever do to you?” I ask even though I already know.
“My eighteenth birthday ring a bell?”
“Your eighteenth...” I pretend to think back to that night even though I’ve already reviewed the entire thing in my mind a few times. Bristol in her bikini, blowing my mind. The moment we shared in her closet. Telling her I would never ever have sex with her. Realizing now I need to eat those words since all I want to do is fuck her until we can’t walk.
So, I tell her the only excuse I’ve been able to come up with thus far. “You’re right,” I say. “I’m sorry I did that.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “What doesthatmean?”
“It means I’m sorry for what I did. I wish I’d behaved differently that night.”
“You do?” She looks shocked.
“Of course, I do.”
“Why?”
“For one, because it hurt you. And I never ever want to be a person responsible for that.”
“Okay,” she says. “That’s good. Keep going.”
“And, because I would love nothing more right now than to have been the guy to take your virginity. But to still be where we are today.”
“Good, good.” She rolls her hand in the air to tell me to keep going.
I lower my voice. “And tonight, I plan to be the guy whose name you call out when I make you come over and over.”
“I like that,” she says shakily.
