“And you stayed with him for six months?” He’s appalled.
Uncomfortable, I nod, nibbling at the inside of my cheek.
“Fucking hell. Six months with a guy who can’t get you off. You’re some other kind of saint, control freak.”
I answer with a small shrug, hoping a change of subject is near. His disapproval hits me a lot harder than I’d like to let on. So, this isn’t normal. When I first told Zoey about the situation, she said, “Big deal. Most guys can’t get you there. Join the club.” I spent the whole day afterward convincing myself I was being difficult.
But right now, with Will lying next to me, telling me how much of a selfish bastard Blake was, I realize our sex was one-sided. There weren’t two of us in that tent the night he took my virginity.
Blake was the one having sex.
I was just… there.
I can’t seem to forget the pit in my throat when he pulled out, rolled off me, and went right to sleep. It made me think that maybe I’d never find the guy my mom’s been going on and on about since I was old enough to date.
The right guy.
I’m relieved when Will changes the topic, rescuing me from a dark place. We spend the next several hours talking, bickering, getting on each other’s nerves. We watch a show, discuss how Kendrick and Zoey would be a match made in hell, and forget all the reasons why Will shouldn’t be in my bed.
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nbsp; Two hours later, we’re still talking, although barely keeping our eyes open. Just as I’m dozing off, Will brings up the painful memory I spent all night pushing down.
“You still haven’t told me why you were sad earlier. What happened?”
“That’s because I wasn’t sad. You just assumed for whatever reason that I was.”
He scoffs, not buying it.
“Yeah, let’s try that again.” He inches forward, as if to make sure he has my undivided attention as he repeats, “What happened?”
I draw a sigh.
“My dad happened,” I cave.
He waits for me to elaborate.
“I called him earlier.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” he asks.
“It is if some random woman picks up.”
Understanding flashes in his eyes. He already knows my parents are getting a divorce. He is still Kendrick’s closest friend.
“Ouch.” He winces.
“Tell me about it.”
“And he didn’t tell you he was seeing someone?”
“That would require any form of communication. He hasn’t called once since he walked out on us two months ago.” I flip on my back, staring at the ceiling.
He does the same.
“What an ass.”
I laugh at his blunt remark.