Page 129 of Pucking Matt
My stomach does flips as I look up at Matt. He’s typing on his phone.
“I can’t,” I say. “I actually don’t want to know.”
“What?” he asks, disappointed.
“Yeah, I…I… It’s okay. I don’t need to know. We just need to get through your mom’s elopement without getting confused.”
“You said you were going to give me blue balls tonight, so I decided to throw it out there.”
I swallow, feeling heat prick my cheeks. “Yeah, and there’s an expiration date on that. Midnight. If you’re spanking me, then I’m giving you blue balls.”
His face slowly breaks into a smile. “Okay.”
My grip tightens on my phone. I’m scared that my fake boyfriend will be upset if he sees who texted me. He’s playing the role too well and asking me to hook up means I accept the challenge of not fucking him. Like ever.
I can’t agree to that.
Chapter 30
I fucking blew it.
It’s written all over her face.
Great. Just great. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, and it wouldn’t be so awkward right now.
“I should probably check the laundry.”
She nods. “When you get back, I can bandage your cut.”
“Okay,” I say, walking over to my bag for the ibuprofen. I swallow the pills without water. I leave the hotel room, walk down the hall, and take the stairs to the laundry room on the second floor. The laundry is a little damp. I close the dryer door and continue it.
Matt: I’m fucking blowing it
Harvey: What did you do?
Matt: She offered me blue balls, so I offered to fuck and she told me not to call it that
Harvey: You turned her off
Crew: Man, that’s tough
Matt: How the fuck do I recover?
Crew: What does she want to call it?
Matt: Making love
Harvey: She’s one of those. Tough on the outside but soft on the inside
Crew: Jesus Harv
Matt: Yeah, save the visuals
Harvey: You know what I mean
Harvey: She wants the romance, not just a hook up
Matt: What the fuck
