Page 47 of Lucky
So he saw the comments and he knows they probably aren’t landing well.
And holy hell… that was… panty-melting?
Thinking about me while at the same time offering to be my protector.I’m grinning ear to ear as I text back.You’re not allowed to talk about my mouth before 8a.m.Also, I’m fine.Mildly scandalized by a PTA mom, but I’ll survive.
Three dots bounce in anticipation of a reply.Scandalized is a good look on you.Also, I promise you this—none of those people get to define you.I’d say more but… I need to save some charm for our next date.
I press a hand to my chest, trying to slow the flutter.
“Okay, what did I miss?”Kelsey sweeps into the room, balancing her travel mug of coffee.“I saw the video.I gasped.I swooned.Then I immediately texted Emily who was too busy grading to fully appreciate what was happening.”
“I appreciated it,” Emily says, entering behind her, arms full of worksheets.“I just did it silently.Like a mature adult.”
Kelsey slaps her cup on the table beside me.“Did he kiss you?”
The burning of my cheeks gives her the answer.
“Oh my God,” she squeals, plopping down so hard on the couch beside me that I bounce.“Did you sleep with him?”
“No!”My face gets hotter.“I don’t sleep with someone on the first date.”
“That was technically your third.”
“Well, I don’t sleep with someone after the first kiss.”I lift my chin in defiance, although I don’t know if that’s true.Had Lucky pushed for more, there’s a damn good chance I might have given it to him.
Emily sits on my other side.“So… does he kiss like he invented it?”
I groan.“Can we not do this?”
Emily raises an eyebrow.“You hounded me mercilessly after my first date with Kyle.I deserve to do the same.”
I groan again, but honestly… I don’t mind sharing.These are my girls, after all.
Glancing at my watch, I note we still have ten minutes until we have to get to our classrooms.I motion for them to huddle closer.“Okay… it was… amazing.Like… best kiss of my life, but I can’t figure out if he’s just that good, if I’m that desperate or if I’m blowing him out of proportion.”
“I bet he’s that good,” Emily says with a sigh.
Fiddling with a button on my blouse, I admit.“I wasn’t expecting the world to weigh in.”
Emily frowns.“But you’re an influencer.That’s all people do is weigh in on your content.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have other women telling me that the guys I’ve been dating are too good for me.They’re pointing out a very real fact… Lucky is out of my league.”
“Not true at all,” Kelsey says adamantly.She nudges me.“Let them talk.The guy’s into you.The chemistry is obvious.Also, he has nice forearms.These things matter.”
Emily shrugs.“You knew this experiment would draw attention.But maybe now’s the time to ask—do you still want to go through with this so-called experiment?Or is this something that should be private?”
I open my mouth to answer… but I don’t.
Because I’m not sure.
Last night felt real, but how do you reconcile that with a plan you made, promises you gave, an audience you built?
“I don’t know,” I say finally.
And that’s the truth.
Emily nods like she gets it.Kelsey grins.
