Swing and a Mishap (Summersweet Island 2)

Wren: LOL! I feel that maybe it’s time for me to shut my phone off and go to sleep.

Random Guy I Kissed: Probably a wise decision. About that date… You free tomorrow night?

Wren: I might be. What did you have in mind?

Random Guy I Kissed: Like I’m really going to tell you everything I have planned for our first date.

Wren: It’s only been fifteen minutes since I left you. You already have our date planned?

Random Guy I Kissed: Sweetheart, I’ve been planning our first date since I was thirteen years old. Brace yourself. I plan on burning you a compilation CD with all the best O-Town songs I illegally downloaded from the internet. I’m gonna page my bros on their beepers so I can give them the 4-1-1, and then I’m gonna log onto MySpace and pick out just the right profile song to convey my feelings. I’ll probably kiss you under the moonlight while Enya plays in the background. Other than that, you’re just gonna have to be surprised. I’ll pick you up at 7.

Wren: I can’t believe I thought I was the weird one.

Wren: Oh, and Shepherd? I’m definitely a yay on the phone sex. Could be fun. I’ve never tried it before, so I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it. Is clothing optional? I’m assuming touching is allowed, right, or what would be the point? Do we do it on a phone call or over text? I don’t know if I can concentrate if I’m typing with one hand and touching myself with the other. Is it a back and forth kind of thing, like you go first, and when you finish, it’s my turn? You know what? I’ll just google it.

Random Guy I Kissed: Jesus Christ, Wren. Help me. I’m dying.

Wren: Always with the dramatics. Sleep tight. See you tomorrow.CHAPTER 10Wren

“We’ve got some fan interference on that play.”“I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it’s been three days now without a word, so screw him.”

“He’s still hot, but he’s a limp dick motherfucker! I told you it was a good idea to burn that sweatshirt and send a message that you will not be trifled with!”

“I’m so mad I let it slip you were a fan. His stupid ego is clearly bigger than his tiny dick now.”

“Seriously, who does he think he is? Coming back to town and asking you on a date like he’s doing you a favor. Oh, hey, babe, it’s cool ’cause I’m single now, yo. Fuck him!”

“You stood there in front of him crying your eyes out, telling him you’ve had a thing for him forever, and he just let you walk away! And then he hounds me all over town trying to find out how you are. How do you think she is, bitch? Okay, so he only stopped me once when I was coming out of the pharmacy, and he was really sweet and looked really sad, but whatever. Fuck him!”

“Sip and Bitch in the morning is rough, but I am digging these mimosas before work. What a time to be alive. Fuck Shepherd Oliver and his selfish yet hot ass! Sip and Bitch, ladies!”

Tess and Birdie finally stop bitching about Shepherd long enough to clink glasses and sip the orange juice and champagne I splurged on this morning. I can’t even be mad they haven’t bitched about their own men since they got here and have spent all morning bitching about mine instead.

Mine… Shepherd is mine…

That thought just makes the smile I’ve had on my face since I woke up grow even bigger, one hand coming up to press my fingertips to my lips as I top off Tess and Birdie’s glasses with more champagne with my other hand. Considering I called an emergency Sip and Bitch at the ass-crack of dawn in my kitchen after Owen left for school and before everyone has to be at work, I felt bribery was necessary. Especially because I ran out of the Dip and Twist fifteen minutes into Sip and Bitch last night with a lie about Owen not feeling well. And especially with what I’m about to tell them after I let them go on and on in a rage since they got here. I know I should have told them about the messages as soon as I finished reading them last night while Tess took fifteen minutes to complain about Bodhi leaving the toilet seat up, but I didn’t. I just wanted to make a decision about Shepherd on my own without their input. I needed to trust my own instincts, and I think it worked out quite well for once. I just hope they feel the same way.

Pushing the plate closer to them of fresh, homemade donuts I made before the sun came up when I couldn’t sleep from replaying that kiss over and over all night long, I’m hoping it will soften the blow as well. They are really raging on my behalf… while I’m standing here on the other side of the counter from them, thinking about every moment of that kiss for the hundredth time. The way he felt pressed up against me, the way his mouth moved against mine, the way his body moved against mine, that jerk of his hips between my thighs….