Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I take a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. Like Sully warned me, Brodie is turning out to be a complicated puzzle, one that I hadn’t quite figured out yet.
As I lounge around with my roommates, the scent of freshly baked pizza wafts through the air, our conversation naturally drifted toward the topic of guys.
Obviously.
I haven’t had this much action since they met me, which was two years ago, and for once, I have shit to talk about when it comes to guys. We’re not all sitting around listening to Bethany anymore.
I have tea!
“What’s the deal with Brodie? Uh. If I knew, I would tell you. And if he knew, I wish he would tell me.”
Ha.
I have no idea what he wants from me.
“Honestly, I can’t quite tell,” I admit, furrowing my brow. “He’s definitely into spending time together? But I’m not sure if he’s looking for something serious or if he’s just enjoying the casual… vibe.”
That’s the polite way of me saying “if he’s just enjoying casual fooling around.”
Jill lets out an exasperated sigh. “Ugh, typical guy. Why can’t they just be straightforward about what they want?”
I can’t help but nod in agreement.
It would certainly make things a lot easier if Brodie would just lay his cards on the table instead of acting all mysterious and shit.
“I think part of the problem is that we haven’t really had a chance to have a serious conversation about it,” I point out. “I’ve been too busy enjoying his company to address the elephant in the room.”
“By enjoying his company, do you mean oral?”
I blush because it’s true.
I don’t hate the oral sex at all.
I love it so much I’m having a hard time trying to separate the physical from the emotional even though we’ve had a few conversations that felt…intimate. Like when we were playing Connect Four and asking each other questions?
I learned a lot about him, and he learned a lot about me, but was he just playing along to placate me or because he truly wanted to be here?
The first thing I told them when I texted them after this morning’s orgasm was that I was late for class—not because I took too much time to get ready and get dressed but ’cause Brodie decided to wake me up by eating me out.
I didn’t put it in those words exactly.
Too crass.
“Maybe it’s a fetish for him. I read about that once,” Bethany says, pulling a slice of pizza from the pan and adding it to her paper plate.
“You did not read about that once,” Jill says with a roll of her eyes.
“Did too. In a magazine.”
I sigh. “He does not have a fetish.”
“Okay. If he doesn’t have a fetish, then why hasn’t he tried to screw you yet?”
“Not every guy wants to have sex.”
They both laugh.
“Stop it. I can’t even take you seriously.” Jill laughs again.
“Yeah. What twenty-something-year-old guy doesn’t want to fuck like a rabbit?” Bethany is chiseling away at her pizza slice with a fork, stabs a piece, then blows on it to cool it off.
I purse my lips, wanting to defend Brodie. “I feel like…he’s not that kind of guy.”
“Maybe,” Bethany concedes. “Do you think he’s just clueless?”
One-hundred percent.
No. One-billion percent clueless, which doesn’t feel assuring.
“Part of me wants to believe that he’s genuinely interested in getting to know me on a deeper level, but another part of me worries that he’s just looking for a friends-with-benefits situation? Sully said he doesn’t date.”
Jill raises an eyebrow, protective-mode kicking in. “And how do you feel about that?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure,” I confess. “On one hand, I enjoy spending time with Brodie—he’s adorable, you guys. I think we have fun? Like, he’s different, you know? Not an idiot.” I laugh. “I think we have chemistry. But on the other hand, I’m not sure if I’m ready to invest my emotions into something that might not go anywhere.”
Bethany reaches out and squeezes my hand with the hand that doesn’t have a slice of pizza in it.
“I totally get where you’re coming from,” she says, offering me a reassuring smile. “But at the end of the day, you deserve to be with someone who’s on the same page as you. If Brodie can’t give you the clarity you need, then maybe it’s time to reevaluate whether or not he’s worth your time.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about where things stand between us,” I begin slowly, choosing my words carefully. “And I can’t shake the feeling that I want something more than just a casual fling.”
Have since the beginning.
Since he walked back over to our side of the grass, came into my bedroom, and tried to wrangle a squirrel for me despite his reluctance to get his face gnawed off.
Jill’s eyes widen in surprise, while Bethany nods in understanding. “I get that,” she says softly. “But have you talked to Brodie about feeling like he’s only in it for the poontang?”