Page 8 of Velvet Thorns
“And?”
“He had pussy for breakfast, drooled all over my thighs, and then I sent him home before he got too clingy.”
“Wow.” I laugh, nearly choking on my coffee. “Are you seeing him again?”
“Undecided. He has a twin brother, though, so if I can convince them to tag-team me, maybe. If not… yeah, hard pass. Life’s too short not to fuck brothers at least once.” I open my mouth, close it again, and just blink at her. “What about you? Did you go out with boring Brian last night?”
“Okay, he’s not boring. He’s just a little…”
“Dry as fuck? Missionary with the lights off?”
“Yeah, he’s a little vanilla.”
“That’s what happens when your entire personality is protein powder and gym selfies.”
“Okay, that’s fair… Seriously, he’s thirty-two. Why is he doing that?”
“Tiny dick energy.”
“Actually, no,” I admit, taking a long sip of coffee. “He’s packing, surprisingly. He just doesn’t know how to use it.”
Lianna wrinkles her nose. “Such a waste. I hate that for you.”
“But he’s nice,” I offer weakly, like that’s some kind of redemption.
She arches an eyebrow. “So is a supportive bra. Doesn’t mean I want it inside me.”
“For the record, I didn’t see him last night because he’s been ghosting me for the past few days.”
Lianna rolls her eyes and flicks her hand through the air. “Thank you, next. Move on, babe.” She perks up suddenly, her eyes lighting up. “We should take a trip. Seriously. Let’s fly to Italy for the weekend or something. The scenery there… ugh.” She fans herself, dramatic as ever.
“You need a doctor to check your ovaries because I swear you ovulate more than any woman I’ve ever met. It’s not normal.”
“I was talking about the architecture, if you must know! It’s a beautiful country.”
“Right… and the architecture just happens to have six-packs?”
“Listen, I’m a cultured bitch. I admire everything. Ruins, columns, cock. I’m nothing if not thorough.”
“I potentially have to go away for the weekend soon,” I say,thinking about the invitation burning a hole in my drawer beside a stack of letters that will never see the light of day.
“When?”
“Halloween.”
“Are you finally going to one of those masked men places where they pretend it’s all scary and dangerous, but really it’s just a bunch of hot men making women want to drop to their knees and sayChoke me, Daddy?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Lianna…” I can’t help but laugh. “No. It’s my high school reunion.”
“Absolutely the fuck not.”
“Yeah,” I say, exhaling slowly. “That was my first thought too.”
“Because of that asshole you told me about?”
“Yeah… but there's a part of me that wants to go.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re thinking about spending Halloween—the holiest of slut holidays—surrounded by people who used to make your life hell… for what, closure?”
