Page 26 of Blindsided
“It’s called an orgasm, Freya, and I intend to give you another.”
“You do?” I croak, shocked that orgasming from nipple stimulation is even possible.
“Aye,” he replies and moves himself over top of me to look into my eyes. “Do you want to taste my cheese?” he asks seriously.
My face falls. “What?”
He tilts his head. “I asked if you want to taste my cheese.”
“Why are you talking about cheese? Go back to the tasting me thing.”
“You can taste his cheese but not mine?”
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep.
I shoot straight up out of bed, my chest heaving with anxiety as I struggle to catch my breath. I slam my hand on top of my mobile to get my alarm to stop chirping. When I’ve finally silenced the monstrous device, I look around my room and see absolutely no sign of Mac. My brow pinches as I glance down at my chest and see one of my many long, kitty-themed night shirts right where I left it, covering all my wobbly bits.
“It was a dream,” I say with a strange breathy noise. But the pulsing sensation I feel between my legs is most certainly a reality.
“And that is why I can never go get our coffee ever again,” I groan to Allie from my upstairs sewing room at Kindred Spirits after unloading my entire sob story.
It’s been days since my horrible date with Javier. I tried to keep the details of my embarrassment all to myself, but I’ve been going absolutely mental over it. Perhaps if Mac wasn’t avoiding me, I wouldn’t have felt so desperate to share. But he’s been MIA ever since our kiss three nights ago, and I’m too much of a chicken-shit to ask him why.
Because I know why.
My kiss was shit, and he thinks I’m hopeless and doesn’t know how to tell me without ruining our friendship.
So now I’m dragging Allie into my dating mess to try to make myself feel better. Of course I’m not telling her about the Mac kissing me part because she would have a field day with that. And I will take the dirty dream I had about him to my grave.Saints preserve me!
Allie’s legs swing beneath her as she sits on top of my cutting table in an adorable trouser suit and processes everything I shared. “I can’t believe you never told me you had a thing for Javier! Why wouldn’t you mention that to me?”
I shrug helplessly. “I never talk about my dating life.”
“Why not?” she asks, pinning me with a serious look.
I drop my head into my hands. “Because that’s not really the narrative I put out there about myself.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Allie asks, clearly not getting the picture.
I exhale heavily and sit back in my sewing chair to think about how I can put this into words that don’t make me look completely mental. “I prefer being the plucky best friend whom everyone needs for comedic relief. I’m the Sookie to your Lorelai, you know? And I have a great shoulder to cry on when my friends need it. Like when Sloan was going through her divorce. That’s what this body was built for,” I state, gesturing grandly to my sizeable chest like it’s a fluffy pillow for her to fall on. “My love life is nonexistent, and I prefer not to speak about it so I can avoid the sympathetic looks, like the one you’re giving me right now.”
“It isn’t sympathy!” Allie exclaims, her head jerking back defensively. “It’s confusion. You’re my maid of honour, Freya! I love you. I want to know everything about your life. Not just a pretence you’re trying to show me.”
I wince at her interpretation. “It’s not a pretence. The fact is, I don’t crave male attention the way some women do. Sure I get flustered by hot, incestual naked scenes onGame of Thronesjust as much as the next gal. I mean, I’m not sure why it has to be incest that does it for me. But hey, it’s artistically well-shot, so I can appreciate it!”
Allie bursts out laughing and shakes her head. “Freya, what are you talking about?”
“Oh, don’t act like that didn’t stir your loins,” I scoff and continue. “And apart from the very rare crushes I have on Spanish baristas, I don’t really fuss over my love life, and I’m happier for it. I love my job. I love my friends. I love my agoraphobic cat. It’s plenty for me.”
Allie nods thoughtfully. “Of course it is. Let’s forget Javier ever existed. We can find a new coffee shop and burn his to the ground.”
“Steady on,” I chortle, my head pulling back because Allie has a startlingly serious look on her face. “No need to become an arsonist on account of one bad date. Plus, I really want a date for your wedding so I’m not sitting by myself as the sad, single lady all night.”
“But you’ll have Mac,” she says, touching my hand.
“I won’t have Mac,” I reply with a laugh and pull my hand away.Especially if he’s still not talking to me by then.“We’ll walk down the aisle together as maid of honour and best man. Then he’ll be charming the knickers off of some sweet, unsuspecting female while I’ll be sitting in the corner like a sad, lonely troll.”
“You could never be a troll,” Allie states firmly, her brows furrowing angrily. “Why don’t you let me set you up with someone?”
