I sigh. “Is it that obvious?”
He claps me on the back. “Totally obvious. Who is she? Have I seen her around campus?”
I shake my head. “No. She’s from back home. Well, from U of O, where I did my undergrad. We were really good friends for years but never hooked up until right before I left town. I haven’t talked to her since and I feel like a dick.”
“Why not? Did she get all clingy or something?”
I think back to that night. Yeah, she dropped the L word, but she was just being honest, not clingy. “No, man. She didn’t. It was just best to make a clean break.”
“Why? Was the sex awful?”
“Best sex of my life.”
He smiles. “Ah, I get it, brother. You’ve been touched by the Magic Pussy.”
“The magic what?”
“The Magic Pussy,” he repeats. “Pussy that is so good you can never get enough and it’s impossible to forget. An Urban Legend in my opinion, but you sure do have all the pathetic signs.”
“Thanks,” I grumble. Sounds about right though.
“Seriously, though. Are we talking apples, oranges, or is she packing a pair of melons?”
I roll my eyes. “Quit talking about her tits, man.”
His jaw drops. “Oh man, you’re worse off than I thought. You don’t even want another guy talking about her tits. I can’t imagine what you’d do to the poor sap that touches them.”
I think about another man touching Devyn’s anything and glare. “Shut the fuck up, man.”
He holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, buddy. I’m just speaking the truth here. If you’re still thinking about her almost two months after the fact, why don’t you just call her?”
“It’s not that simple.”
Brody shrugs. “Your call, dude, but quit killing my prospects here. At least try to look like you want to be here.”
DEVYN
“NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO.” I’M SITTING ON my bathroom floor surrounded by seven pregnancy tests. Seven! All positive. I couldn’t believe it when the first one showed a little pink plus sign. I thought for sure it was defective so I went back to the drugstore and bought six more—one from each different brand they had in stock. What am I going to do? How could this have happened? This isn’t part of the plan! Sure, I want kids some day but not before I have the chance to establish a career, or get married. What am I going to do?
I take a few deep breaths while staring at the digital sign that reads, Pregnant. I grab my phone off the counter and scroll to Riley’s name. We haven’t spoken since the hotel. I’d called him quite a few ti
mes before graduation but they all went to voicemail. I also tried Josh, but he blew me off too, saying that Rye was just really busy. I tried finding him at graduation but there were too many people. I watched him accept his diploma and walk off stage. That’s the last time I saw him. How am I supposed to tell him that I’m pregnant? We’re on opposite sides of the country! He still has two years of school left. And what about my internship? Crap! Crap! Crap! Wouldn’t one of us have noticed if the condom broke?
I bite the bullet and hit the call button. It rings four times before it’s answered.
“Hello, Riley’s phone!” a girl slurs.
I hold the phone away from my ear. Is this really happening right now? Who is this chick answering his phone? Why is there so much background noise?
“Hello, is Riley available?”
“No, he’s not. That big ball of hot man is getting me another drink. Can I take a message?”
“No, no message.” I hang up quickly, feeling sick, and wind up puking again. As I lay on the cold tile floor, I sob. What am I going to do? Riley’s obviously back to his old manwhore ways. Our night together clearly didn’t have the same significance to him as it did to me. How can we raise a baby together when he won’t even talk to me?
RILEY
I SCOWL WHEN I see the annoying brunette setting my phone down on the table. “What are you doing with my phone?”