“In my hotel room. It was just supposed to be a good-night kiss. I got carried away, and I felt him up. He wants to take me out for dinner next week. Maybe we can double date sometime.”
“That’d be great.” I won’t hold my breath, though, just in case Darren ends up in her discard pile.
“What about you? How was your weekend?”
“My weekend was good.”
“‘Good’? You spent the weekend with Alex and that’s all you have to say? What’s this I hear about you staying at his parents’? How was that?” She sucks in a huge breath. “Did you see childhood photos? Was he always super-hot? What’s the deal with his mom’s hair? It’s huge.”
This is more the line of questioning I expect. “It definitely has its own zip code. The childhood photos were epic. He was nerdy hot in high school.”
I expected things to be uncomfortable with Daisy after she caught Alex with his hand in my pants—and they were—but she was a lot nicer to me the next day. Much like my mom, Daisy’s into oversharing. I got to see Alex’s awkwardness up close in all his skating photos.
He was skinny and dorky and completely adorable. The spandex skating outfits were something else; Alex grew into his junk, not the other way around. I can see why the girls in high school would have been afraid of his trouser anaconda.
The following evening, I rush home from work so I can shower and pack an overnight bag before Alex comes to get me. I open the door to discover Buck in my kitchen, raiding my fridge. I don’t know why he does this. It’s not as if I keep it fully stocked for hockey player style eating. I’ve got the basics covered, and that’s about it. Most of it is sugary crap, to be quite honest.
“Did they run out of food at Poon-central, or did you just get tired of eating the same thing over and over?”
He completely misses the barb. “I’ve never heard of that grocery store. Kind of a messed up name.”
“What are you doing here? Other than grocery shopping in my fridge.”
“I thought I’d stop by and see how your little holiday went. I’d like to thank you for scarring me for life with the locker room fuck-a-thon.” He finds the one healthy food item in my fridge—an overly large cucumber—and takes a massive bite.
“That’s disgusting.”
“No shit. Imagine how you’d feel if you walked in on me boning some chick.” He jabs the cucumber in my direction.
“I’m talking about the phallic vegetable you’re eating.”
“So you’d be fine walking in on me boning some chick?”
A chunk of chewed food flies out of his mouth and lands in his beard when he snorts. It looks like snot. He wipes it away and it lands on the floor.
“I don’t think that’s something you should joke about, considering the chick you’re currently boning is Alex’s little sister. I won’t stand in the way if Alex decides to kick the shit out of you.”
“I’m not boning Sunny.”
“Call it whatever you want. Fornicating is still fornicating no matter what slang term you use.”
“I haven’t slept with her.” He has the decency to look horrified for lying.
I give him my best bitch face. “I’m not an idiot, Buck.”
“You can’t tell anyone.” He’s gripping the cucumber so hard it starts leaking out the top, juice dripping down his fingers.
I process his stance and his expression. He’s legit terrified. “You’re seriously serious?”
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I haven’t even tried to bone her.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m telling the truth! We’ve made out and I touched her tits, and I may have tried to . . . never mind.” His face contorts as he thinks. “I love talking to her. She gets me.”
This is so not the Buck I know. His eyes are wide, and he keeps swallowing. It’s so loud I can hear it from where I’m standing. Buck is freaked out. I feel bad for him. He has no idea what it’s like to want more than sex and maybe the occasional snuggle.
“I mean it, Vi. You can’t tell anyone.”
“Is it such a bad thing if people know you’re not trying to get into Alex’s sister’s pants? It might help resolve some of the tension between you two.”
“I will try to get into her pants, just not right away because . . .” He scratches his beard. “Well, I don’t know why exactly. The guys can’t know, though. They already think I’ve slept with her.”
“Did you tell them you slept with her?”
I’ll be pissed at him for making Alex’s sister look slutty. I’m lucky Alex isn’t the bragging type. Even when the only things he knew about me were how loud I am in bed and my love for his monster cock, he still didn’t soil my reputation. I’m well-equipped to do that on my own—see locker room for details.
“Not really.” He takes another bite of his cucumber.
“Care to explain?”
“I didn’t tell them I did. I also didn’t tell them I didn’t.” He has the good sense not to look me in the eye.
“So you lied to them.”
“No.”
“Yes you did.”
He still looks confused.