Page 43 of Savage in the Sheets
“Yeah. I’ve been so anxious, I’ve actually been confiding in Elliott.”
“Mr. Straight-and-Narrow?”
“He walked in on me fellating a banana, and it all just kinda came pouring out.”
“Oh, wow…you’ve needed me here more than I thought.”
“I feel like I need a whole crisis management team.”
“Are you ready?” she asks.
I downcast my eyes, knowing that my feelings will probably be laughable to her. “I don’t know.”
“It’s not like you haven’t had sex before.”
“Yeah, but this time, it’s different.”
“Because it’s good?”
“No. Because it’s Weston.”
Her shoulders slump. “You like him, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“God, this was a terrible idea.”
“Why? You wouldn’t blink twice about doing this.”
“But we play by different rules. You’re not built like I am. You actually want a relationship. I want the thrill of a sizzling night.”
“I honestly wish I didn’t feel this way. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m in love with Weston.”
It’s the first time I’ve used those exact words, and the impact is powerful, causing my gut to twist and threatening to turnover my stomach.
“You know nothing will ever come of it, don’t you?” Angela says. “I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s Weston, who probably bangs three hoes a week.”
“You don’t need to tell me that.”
“Are you still going to go through with Stage Three?”
“Yeah.”
She slaps her hand across her forehead to emphasize how incredibly stupid I’m being. “But it’ll only make it worse! Good dicks make all the feelings come out.”
“I know, but I can’t turn away from this. Not now.”
“Jenna, you’re my ride or die—I’m with you until the end, but I just can’t see you go out like this.”
“You’re being so dramatic.”
“Am I, though? We’ve known each other for a while, and you’ve never once said you’ve loved a man. Love isn’t fleeting for you like it is with so many others.”
“Like it is with Weston?”
She snorts. “Love isn’t fleeting for Weston because Weston doesn’t feel love at all.”
Her words are like a punch in the gut, but I desperately needed to hear them. All week I’ve been wondering the ‘what ifs’ between me and Wes. What it would be like to date him. Where our home would be. How he would propose. What our children would look like.
