Swing (Landry Family 2)

“What’s that?” I mumble, already trying to figure out how to phrase this to Alison.

“Don’t tell Barrett this asinine idea was mine.”

I look at myself in the mirror and smile. “G, I gotta go.”

Danielle

SHOULDN’T YOU FEEL SHAME DOING the Walk of Shame? In the past I have had that feeling of “Don’t look at me” while I trekked the sidewalk back to my dorm or to my car. This morning, I waved at his stupid neighbors.

Where is my class? Where is my dignity? I fight the smile on my lips as I realize both are somewhere curled up in Lincoln’s sheets on the floor of his bedroom.

Showered, blow dried, and a little achy, I notice the spring in my step as I turn the corner towards the Smitten Kitten. Each step is accompanied by a throb between my legs. I wonder exactly which position caused it. Reverse cowgirl? My legs on his shoulders? On his benchpress? The corkscrew?

My body hums as I imagine that one: me resting on one hip and my forearm near the edge of his chaise lounge, thighs pressed together, him straddling me from behind.

I’m wet again.

Entering the Smitten Kitten, I see Pepper behind the counter. The place is dotted with patrons enjoying croissants and chicken salad sandwiches. “Hey!” she says as I approach. “You’re early.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

She frowns. “Why?”

I contemplate whether I can get away with lying to her. It’s quickly apparent I can’t.

“Fine,” I say, looking in my purse like there’s something I really, really need buried in the bottom. “I might have stayed the night at Lincoln’s.”

“You did not!?

??

“Hush,” I say, blushing. “This is one of those things you don’t scream, Pepper.”

One hand goes to her mouth as she surveys her diners. “Sorry,” she says in a more reasonable tone. “But what did you expect me to say? You stayed all night with Lincoln ‘Lick Me’ Landry.”

“Nice.”

“Did he?”

“Did he what?”

“Lick you.”

My jaw dropping, I half-laugh. “Either get me something to go or I’m out of here. Damn. Do you have any couth?”

“Do I ever?” she laughs.

“Let’s pretend you do today. I need a little time to process this.”

She leans on the counter. “Was it amazing? Just give me that. Throw me a scrap.”

I lean in too. “It was incredible.”

Her eyes light up as she fist-pumps the air. “Thank God because if he was mediocre in bed, every fantasy I’ve ever had was going to be ruined.” She disappears in the back and returns with a paper bag. “Here you go.”

I hand her my credit card and she swipes it before handing it back.

“Thanks,” I say, taking the bag.