Page 35 of Character Flaws
Chapter Thirteen
Joey
Are donuts aphrodisiacs?
Omigod, omigod, omigod.
My head is spinning as I make laps around my kitchen island. I’m getting dizzy and feel faint. My heart rate has spiked to an alarming level and I’ll probably be forced to call 911 when I have a heart attack.
All because of Theo’s kiss.
Now I know for certain that I’m insane. Or just very, very lonely.
How can a gay man’s kiss excite me so immensely that I had to change my panties the moment he left my apartment?
I mean, what the actual hell is that all about?
My body was ready to go bow-chica-bow-wow all over Theo.
It was honest-to-God the most perfect kiss I’d ever experienced. My stomach did acrobatics and somersaults when the gentle pressure of his lips turned firm, his tongue coasting over mine so that I imagined his cock doing the very same thing down between my legs.
I’ve never been jealous of Patrick because the guys he would choose to have flings were a little too…well, gay for me. Perfect for him, but I want a man who is ripped, but not a muscle-maniac or pencil thin.
I like a guy who cares about his appearance but doesn’t use more products than myself. A man who is okay with showing his emotions, but isn’t moodier than I am.
And that’s what I’ve found with Theo. He’s my perfect man, except that I’m not his ideal partner.
I don’t have the equipment he prefers.
Dammit. The one and only time I’ve ever wished for a set of balls instead of a pair of boobs.
Hoping that a cool shower will calm me down, I strip off all my clothes and jump in. My skin feels too tight and itchy. Tingly everywhere.
The cool water rains over me, trickling down my back, over my breasts and down the valley between my legs. It feels teasingly good and I begin to replay the images of Theo and I on the couch.
When he leaned over and took charge of that kiss, I was startled, a little nervous but completely turned on. I wanted him to kiss me so bad! His long, tapered fingers slid up my exposed skin of my arm until they grasped behind my head to clasp me tightly. Like he wanted to keep me put from moving away.
As if I would escape. Fat chance.
I was so lost in the kiss that I forgot for just one moment that it was all an act. It was just part of the acting process and it didn’t mean anything to Theo. Even though it meant everything to me.
Water droplets drip from my closed eyelashes and land on the top of my nose. I whisk it away with a flick of my finger.
I don’t know how I’ve turned into this wistful woman who pines for a man she can’t have. A guy who has no interest in me other than as an acting partner and friend. And nothing I can do or say will change that between us. So why do I hold out hope?
I need to open myself up to dating other people. It’s been a while since I’ve been out there and I need to forget about this stupid unrequited crush I have on Theo and get back out on the horse – even though I’ve technically never been on said horse.
But I need to do something to unhinge this attraction I have for him and move on. So, I’ve decided that tomorrow after class, after the auditions for the play parts, I will take Marlon up on his offer to go out to dinner.
He’s young and I know he just wants to have some fun, but at least it’ll be with someone who most likely wants to get into my pants and maybe even get down and dirty with me.
Unlike Theo, who thinks it would be gross to get down with me.
Stepping out of the shower, I towel off and feel good about my decision.
This will be the summer when I’m no longer the girl with no direction in life. No interests or passion. No man.
I’ve concluded I’m going to live this summer like there’s no tomorrow. I’m going to make my mark in this world and I’m going to get that part in the workshop play.
