Me: Since you say you’re a guy, and that makes you an expert on them, AND you were a player—what’s too soon to sleep with a guy you really like, and you think he really likes you too, but you don’t know for sure because you’ve only known him for like a week, but it feels like so much longer?
Me: And if you did to decide to sleep with him, because he is so incredibly sexy and made you feel like there was molten lava running through your body, but then you wake up the next morning and he’s not in bed with you, what does that mean?
Me: Especially when it’s his house?
Me: I’m asking for a friend.
Me: Please, please, be awake.......
Me: Or wake up...............
Me: Okay, I’m asking for me. Please wake up!
Me: I’m freaking out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tom: Molten lava, huh? That’s pretty damn hot. To answer your first question, I prefer a girl to turn me down at least once. Twice is good. Three times is not a charm. If she turned me down three times, she was out.
Me: And after she didn’t turn you down, how did you treat her? Did sex change things?
Tom: Yeah, it made it hotter.
Tom: This is your mother. He should NOT have said that. PLEASE tell me you didn’t sleep with Gorgeous.
Me: I didn’t sleep with Gorgeous.
Tom: Don’t lie to me!
Me: You just told me to lie to you?
Tom: Stole my phone back. Was he sweet to you, before, during, after?
Me: I don’t want to freak Mom out, but I’m SO glad I can talk to you about this stuff :) And idk about sweet, it was very intense, very hot, before and during, but like in between, yeah, he was. He’s REALLY sweet. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???
Tom: Think positive. Maybe he just went to get some coffee. Chill, baby, it will be okay. And if it’s not, I’ll come kick some ass.
Me: If you are going to start kicking asses, you should start with B’s.
Tom: Why?
Shit. I almost just blew it. They don’t know about me seeing him. I don’t want them to know how stupid I was.
Me: He’s kinda been a jerk lately.
Tom: Is that why you slept with Gorgeous? What’s his actual name anyway?
Me: Dawson.
Tom: I doubt he left you alone in his house. Go find him. Don’t make it awkward.
Just as I read the text, Dawson pushes through the door carrying a tray of food. I could die from relief. I text Tommy back quick.
Me: OMG!!! You were actually RIGHT!!! He brought me breakfast!!!!! :)))))) He’s SOOOO CUTE!!
Dawson grins at me. “You’re awake.”
“Barely.”
“I, um,” he acts a bit embarrassed. “I got us some breakfast. Figured we could surf a little later if you want to.”
“Are you feeling awkward?”
“No. I mean, a little awkward maybe, but that’s because I don’t know what you’re thinking. Like, if you regret it.” He sits next to me on the bed. “I really hope you don’t regret it. Or hate me.”
“Why would I hate you?”
“Because maybe you felt like I made you, or talked you into it, or you thought I sucked at it, or you didn’t like it, or you wished we would’ve waited. I mean, I would’ve waited. I planned on waiting. But I’m glad, really glad, we didn't wait.”
“You talk a lot when you’re nervous. It’s cute.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You didn’t ask me a question.”
“Did you just get caught up in the moment? Do you regret it?”
“Honestly?”
“Uh, I think so. Yes. I want to know honestly what you’re thinking. We’ve been honest with each other about our feelings so far. Part of why I like you so much. I want that to continue.”
He likes me so much?!
“Hmmm, well, I could see you wondering if I got caught up in the moment the first time but, you know, after the, uh, fourth time, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just a moment. It was amazing, really. I just hope I don’t regret it.”
“What would make you regret it?”
“If it messes things up for us. If it makes you think poorly of me.”
He lets out a big sigh, grins big, grabs me, and kisses me. “Keatie, last night was awesome. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up feeling so happy.”
“I admit, I had a little freak out when I woke up and you weren’t here. I even texted my stepdad to ask him about it.”
He gets a slightly shocked look on his face when I mention the D word.
“Oh, it’s cool. He’s cool. I can talk about that stuff with him and my mom. Not, like details but, you know, in general terms.”
He gets a sneaky look, dives across me, grabs my phone off the nightstand, and reads what I wrote.
“I’m Gorgeous, huh?”
“Yeah, that’s what I called you before I knew your name. I sorta stalked you a bit.”
I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.
“You can stalk me any time.” He kisses me.
“Oh, I’ll be like that Audrey girl. I’ll bake you cookies and carry your books to class. I’m just teasing, I don’t, like, expect anything.”
“Well, I expect something.”
“More sex?”
“No—well, that’d be nice, but what I meant is I don’t want this to change anything. I like how we’ve become friends, how we talk. I like you. A lot. Do you think we should be going out now?”