Page 69 of Collide
“Wait. Did you—?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
A nervous laugh spills out of me, and I shake my head.
“No, notthat. But let’s just say, um…I didn’t leave unsatisfied.”
Riley screeches, grabbing my arm.
“Elena Montgomery! Are you telling me you had your first non-solo orgasm?”
I bury my face in my hands, but the laughter bubbling out of me gives me away.
“Maybe.”
She flops back against the couch dramatically.
“This is a monumental occasion. My best friend finally had a ‘real’ orgasm with an insanely hot Swedish hunk? I could cry.”
I snort.
“Please don’t.”
“This calls for another shot.” She grabs the tequila, pouring two more.
“To Alex, orgasm-giver, and for finally rocking your world. Cheers!”
We clink our glasses and down the shots, both of us dissolving into a fit of giggles.
As the laughter dies down, I sigh. There is still so much I want to know about Alex. I’m greedy for any little bit he’ll giveme. A part of me is also wary because it feels as though he’s holding back in some ways.
Riley notices and tilts her head at me. “So, what’s the catch?”
I hesitate.
“He’s great, really open about his family and himself, yet—he’s super evasive about his job.”
Riley waves a dismissive hand.
“Maybe he’s trying to be mysterious. You’re probably overthinking it. I wouldn’t worry too much.”
“Maybe,” I admit, though the nagging feeling remains.
“We’ll see.”
“Well, when do you see him next?”
I chew my lip, thinking.
“We’re both in San Diego next week for work. So I think he wants to take me to the zoo for our second date.”
“Perfect. That means more orgasms,” she teases, sinking deeper into the sofa.
“I hope.”
Riley grins.
“Oh, I almost forgot, I’m seeing Logan. He’s starring in my music video,” I add, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.
“Logan? Cousin Logan?” she slurs, confused.
