Page 56 of The Mating Game
“Oh, shut up,” I laugh. “You’d like her.” I add, “It’s been cool to sort of unwind. It’s so pretty here. Nice and relaxing.”
“And I’m sure the scenery is nice,” she remarks innocently. “All that plaid.”
“Don’t even start.”
“You told me you’re staying with a sexy lumberjack. You’ve got to throw me a bone.”
“I don’t remember telling you anything of the sort.”
“And you’re all snowed in with him in some giant cabin,” Ada says gleefully, ignoring me. “How tall is he? Paint me a picture.”
“I don’t know…maybe like six foot four? Six foot five?”
“And he has a beard.”
“Yes,” I sigh. “He has a beard.”
“Have you wondered yet how that would feel between your—”
“Absolutely not.”
Lies, my traitorous brain whispers.You totally have.
“And how is…everything else?”
I pause. I haven’t told Ada about…everything. Not yet. I can’t even pinpoint why. I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or if it’s just something I want to keep to myself for now.
“It’s going okay. Hunter has been helping me practice shifting,” I tell her cautiously.
“Hehas?”
“It’s not a big deal,” I say quickly.
“Wait, so you’ve been gettingnakedwith him?”
“He never looks!”
He really doesn’t, and I know that, because I check every time. I can’t say why I’m always disappointed that he never tries to look.
Fucking hormones.
“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to. You should let him look.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not like that.”
Except it is, but then again, it isn’t. It’s all very confusing.
“There was…a moment,” I admit. “Last week.”
“Oooh, tell me more.”
“We sort of…collided.”
“Collided?”
“He was trying to help me get a handle on being on four legs, and he was chasing me, and then suddenly he ran smack dab into me, and we sort of…changed back.”
And then proceeded to not-quite–dry hump the shit out of each other.
