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Belle rolls her eyes as a bartender hands her a glass of red. She doesn’t even look up. “I wouldn’t have wanted that to happen during your first time anyway, Indie! That would have been terrible. You have to build up to that stuff.”
“I know. But I just…I don’t know…There were moments he looked at me as if…”
“As if what?”
“As if he was deeply connected to me. It was…unnerving.”
Her brows lift. “The guy is good.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, he’s a master. Only the best players know that if you can make a woman feel more than just the physical during sex, it makes everything better. He’s obviously very experienced.”
“Well, that’s what we wanted, right?” I ask, feeling a strange pull in my belly at the fact that I’m reading into him so much. Even if the way he’s doing it with me isn’t unique, I’m not complaining. I checked a very important box today. And by box, I mean my vagina.
“Right! This is all good. This sounds perfect. So how did you leave it?”
“Well, we sort of fooled around afterwards in the bathroom.”
“You slut! Continue.”
I laugh. “The bathroom stuff was hot. Like, crazy masculine hot. He talked dirty and only used his hands on my clit, nothing more. I thought I was going to pass out.”
“I’m hating you a little bit right now.”
Ignoring her remark, I add, “After all of that, I was sore, so we both agreed a night apart would be good. But we made a date to see Tower Park tomorrow and continue ourarrangementthere.”
“Like screwing at Tower Park?” She starts to giggle when I smile and nod. “This all sounds perfect.”
“It kind of is. But God, it’s so hard. My vagina is like…awakened or oversexed or something. It’s tender and I’m hyperaware of it, which only makes me want to have more sex.”
Belle shoots me a knowing smile. “You’re like how a person is when they first get Netflix. They can’t stop binge-watching all the shows. It’s quite cute.” She giggles again affectionately.
“He got weird at lunch, though. His sister stopped by unexpectedly with food. I thought it would be awkward, but she was great. He was fine at first, but then he got cagey. He kept eyeing my coffee. At first I thought maybe he was against caffeine because he’s so dedicated to his health, but he had a cup, too. He kept staring at me over the rim of his mug the entire time. I can’t wrap my head around it.”
Her nose scrunches. “Was it a sentimental mug?”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s odd. But he still wants to screw you at Tower Park?”
“Yeah.”
“Then that’s all that matters. Forget the rest. You’re in it for the sex. Not the coffee.” She winks naughtily at me.
When I get back to my flat, a strange sensation overcomes me.
I kind of miss Camden.
It’s so stupid because analytically I know I don’t want anything more from him. We’re just screwing. But he’s so much fun that I can’t help but wish he were here.
I grab my mobile to send him a text.
Me: So teach me about this sexting that all the kids rave about.
Camden: Who is this?
Me: Shut up.
