Kiss Me Not (Kiss Me 1)

“This wasn’t unwanted,” Reagan corrected me. “It was accidental. A wrong number dick pic.”

“I don’t care how it came to be in your possession. I don’t want to see it.” I took the book on the top of the stack on the cart and put it back on the shelf where it belonged. “Did you tell him he’d sent it to the wrong person?”

“Yes. I told him he got the wrong number, but he had a pretty nice dick, so it was okay.” She finally put her phone away and followed me.

“There’s no such thing as a nice dick,” I replied. “They’re all ugly. Even your brother’s.”

“La la la la la!” She put her fingers in her ears.

Ava snorted. “She had that coming.”

I nodded sharply. “I don’t get it. You don’t know the guy. He apologized, right?”

Reagan clicked her tongue. “Yep. I told him it was fine.”

“Reagan, that is not the correct response to a dick pic. Preston sent me one last week, and I told him to fuck off.” I put another book on the shelf and tidied a couple that were out of order. “Nobody likes dick pics.”

“You’re forgetting who you’re talking to,” Ava said. “Didn’t you once ask for a dick pic when you were on that dating app?”

“Yeah, but they banned me.” Reagan paused. “To be honest, I asked because he looked like he had a small one, and those guys can be deceiving. Plus, this guy is really nice.”

“You’re still texting him?”

“Yeah. He thanked me for being cool about it because most girls wouldn’t be. I told him how to get a better angle and asked why he was sending it.”

“Oh, hell,” Ava muttered.

I didn’t know what to say to that. That could only happen to Reagan. Literally nobody else would ever do those things.

“So are you, like, friends now?” I asked, putting the now-empty cart off to the sided.

“No. I have no idea what his name is.” She examined her nails. “I didn’t give him mine, either. No idea what he looks like or who he is.”

I stared at her, and so did Ava.

“I know people think Halley is the weird one here, but you are really quite strange,” Ava said slowly, a furrow forming on her forehead.

“Hey!”

“Yeah, no, she’s right.” I raised my eyebrows. “So what are you going to do? Just keep texting this nameless, faceless, unknown man with the relatively nice dick until…”

“Until I get bored, I guess. That, or I have a one-night stand with him and recognize his cock.” She shrugged. “He’s a nice guy. We actually have a bit in common.”

We took the stairs in single file to avoid the teens heading up to the study section for the weekly chemistry study session.

“Hey,” Ava said brightly when we reached the bottom.

Me and Reagan stopped.

“What?” Reagan asked.

“Have you considered that we might know the guy whose penis that is?”

Reagan froze, her eyes going wide as reality sunk in. “No,” she said. “No, no, no, no. I’m not going to believe that. Ava, why would you do that to me?”

She shrugged, but her eyes were full of mischief. “It just occurred to me. I mean, who is he? Is he even legal? Is he young and hot? Or is he the limping janitor at the high school?”

Reagan looked like she was going to throw up.

I laughed and turned around. “I am so glad I didn’t look at that picture.”

“No, no, no,” Reagan muttered. “No!”

I met her eyes. “You’re just gonna have to ask him, aren’t you?”

“Fine. I’ll do it right now. He is not the limping janitor from the high school!” She pulled out her phone and tapped furiously on the screen. “There. Done.”

She showed us the screen and yep. It was there.

REAGAN: By the way, who the hell are you?