Page 29 of The Perfect Spiral
“Oh come on, surely you know by now you have this effect on me!”
I didn’t look at him, even when he grabbed my arm to stop me from fluffing the pillows. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You don’t know, do you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t get that type of... reaction from guys. It’s usually Andy who does.” I pulled down the sheets and settled into a comfortable position.
He laughed and shook his head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. I just stared at him, appreciating his ruggedly handsome face.
“The night of that party, every guy had a hard-on for you, Alex. When you walked in wearing that dress, all eyes were on you. You had this confidence that no other girl in that house could match. And if someone didn’t think of you like that, they’re probably gay. I knew I had to do something that night. So I kissed you. And I’m so glad I did.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled the covers up to my chin, ready for sleep.
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
I shook my head. I didn’t believe him, not one bit. I was never the girl that guys wanted. I wasn’t invisible—I was a Thompson, after all, and everyone knew my family. But I was the nice, quiet, smart one that guys talked to every once in a while. I wasn’t throwing myself a pity party; I was just stating a fact.
“You should sleep because clearly, you’re delusional right now,” he laughed. I playfully swatted at his shoulder, but he caught my hand and pinned it to the bed. He kissed my forehead and started to get up.
“Wait, you’re not staying?” I asked. He shook his head no.
“I need to fuel up before training in an hour. But I’ll swing by later when you’re up, might need help with an assignment,” he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips.
I rolled over to my side, waving him off. “Bye, Wes!” I called out, laughter bubbling up as I closed my door.
“Try not to dream about me, sweetheart.”
“I’ll try,” I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Click.
Chapter 13
I woke up to the sound of chatter filtering in through my window. Turning to my side, I squinted at the sunlight streaming in.
The light painted a warm, rectangular patch on my wooden floor, the heat causing small, circular waves to ripple across the surface.
Reaching for my phone, I checked the time: 2:37 pm. The white digits stood out against the background picture of me, Hannah, and Andy.
I clicked into Facebook, catching up on the world’s happenings and the latest relationship statuses. It’s a sad reality that I get my news from the same app that tells me who’s dating who.
Then it hit me—I hadn’t updated my profile picture! I scrolled through my photos, selecting the ones we took at that party.
Swipe, swipe, swipe. Nope, nope, hell no, ehhh don’t think so, oh n... oh hang on... maybe? Wait! This is the one!
After adding a filter to make my dress pop and my face stand out, I uploaded the picture. Done! Perfect!
Throwing off my covers, I heard the faint hum of the TV outside my door. I opened it to find Andy, who immediately dropped the remote and rushed over to me.
“Finally! I thought I was going to have to wake you myself! I missed you!”
She threw her arms around me, and I reciprocated the hug. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and out walked Wes, clad only in a towel, his wet hair and chiseled abs on full display.
“What’s going on?” he asked, a hint of caution in his voice. Andy shot him a cheeky grin before turning to me and planting a kiss on my lips. My first girl-on-girl kiss.
I felt her smile against my lips, and I couldn’t help but smile back as she whispered, “Play along,” against my lips. I had no idea what to do.
She cupped my face with one hand, the other playfully grabbing my butt. I squealed a little, causing her to laugh.
I started to kiss her back, returning the playful butt grab. We pulled apart, both of us turning to look at Wes, who stood there, mouth agape.
“Fuck me, that was hot! Do it again.”
