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And I’m not kidding. This torture has to stop. I move the bed even more, until the headboard smacks the wall on every stroke.
“Westonnnn!” she shouts.
And it’s so, so easy to picture the real thing—Abbi flushed and climaxing beneath me as I strain against her soft, supple body… “Uhnnngh,” I moan, because I’m so worked up. And then I flop down onto the mattress one last time and go absolutely still, which is a necessity. If I move any more I’m going to blow just from listening to Abbi fake it.
I force air into my lungs as the room goes still.
There’s no more sound from the other side of the bed, either. I’m expecting a joke, or maybe a compliment on my expert acting skills.
But all I can hear is Abbi’s rapid breathing.
And then I push my face into the pillow and smile. Because I think Abbi got a little more than she’d bargained for, too. I hope it keeps her awake. It’s only fair.
It’s going to be hours before this crowbar in my new pajama pants goes away. She might as well suffer, too.
Happy Christmas indeed.
CHAPTER 13
FOUR TIMES MORE AWKWARD
ABBI
“And then what happened?” Carly demands.
“Then his brother believed us,” I say, rolling another fork and knife into a napkin. “At least I think he did. How could he not?”
“No—forget the brother.” Carly tosses a silverware roll into the bin and blinks at me. “Please tell me this story has averyhappy ending. Tell me you both turned to one another and started ripping each other’s clothes off.”
“Nope. We went to sleep.” Eventually. The truth is that I faked sleep for a good long time. After hearing Weston moan from close range, I was too stirred up to sleep.
“Abbi!” she shrieks. “Why the hell didn’t you haveactualsex?”
I shrug. “He didn't touch me. He was a perfect gentleman. I don't think he likes me that way.”
She blinks. “I do notbelievethis. First of all, does itreallymatter? Anyone who simulates sex for five minutes loudly, with great enthusiasm, is going to be into it. He’s a horny college guy.”
“But—”
“If you’d just leaned over and kissed him, you could have spent the next twelve hours in pound town. You whiffed it! Someone lobbed you a nice easy pitch, and you let it fly right by. I'msodisappointed!”
“Carly, stop it.”
She giggles.
But to me, this is no laughing matter. “The thing is, if I leaned over and kissed him, and he reallyreallywasn't into it, then I would have made a super awkward evening four times more awkward than it already was.”
“Details.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m just sad for you and your vagina.”
“I’ll admit that part of my body isn't really speaking to me right now.”
She cracks up.
“But I still don't really have any regrets. Because we’refriends. Good friends. And that’s important.”
“I guess.” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “But, lordy. One of us should ride that bull before we graduate. We’re due for some good times, don’t you think?”
“Not sure it works that way,” I mumble. Good times are nice, but they don’t pay the rent. I have to keep my head down and focus on what’s important. Like graduating and finding a real job.
