Page 39 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
She screams on the other side of the phone. “BITCH! How was it? Did you kiss him back?”
“Sparks.” I close my eyes and cover my mouth. She squeals, and then I open my eyes and lower my hand. “But I was angry, I left. I got on my golf cart to go home.”
“You left?”
“But he followed me. He jumped into the cart while it was moving and convinced me to comeback.”
“He convinced you, huh?” She raises her eyebrows suggestively a couple of times.
“Not like that. I was more annoyed at the time and he sort of stayed away, or I avoided him for a couple weeks.” I bite back a smile. “Then I went to a fancy party with Andrew for the whole organization and he sort of cornered me, but nothing happened. Then, we went to the game, as usual. Grandpa and your dad are discussing sheep, by the way. It’s a huge topic around here.”
“Yeah, I don’t care about that right now.”
“But it’s part of this story!”
“Seriously?”
“It’s all they talked about on the way to the game. So I figured I’d hang back and get a ride home with Andrew. We’ve done that before, it’s not out of the ordinary. Like, sometimes we even all go out. I wanted to go home, but I didn’t want to ride with the whole family again.”
Delilah laughs. “You seriously expect me to believe that?” She chuckles. “Then what happened?”
“I was waiting for Andrew to come out in the hall, but he didn’t walk out alone. Ethan was with him. The guys were all going out, except for Ethan,who volunteered to get me food and take me home.” She squeals on the other side of the phone. “I mean, he drove me all this way.” I shake my head. “So, I invited him in. Then we kissed.” I sigh.
“What?”
“We talked, all surface level crap. Then ate. Then he left.”
“That’s it? Were you hoping for more?”
“I don’t know. Then I was annoyed again.”
“Of course.” She nods in agreement.
“So Sunday he shows up before the family dinner, which he was invited to. And not by me.”
“The grands are playing matchmaker, so cute.”
“Then he came over after.” I pause and hesitate. She’s my best friend, but I don’t want to tell her about all of it. I don’t want to tell anyone, maybe ever. “We got into an argument and it got heated. I told him the truth about when my dad got sick.” I hesitate again. I don’t want to tell her about the spanking stuff.
“And?”
“He just held me at night, and then in the middle of the night we kind of woke up wrapped up in each other and stuff happened, but not all the waystuff.”
She gasped. “Like.” She pauses and scratches her nose, taking more time to hold her fingers up.
“Yes.” I groan.
“Okay, so stuff… but not like, all the way.”
“Exactly.”
“Did you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“And?”
“Sparks.”
