The Best of Us (Love in Isolation 2)

“Fine, but make it quick.” He gives in much easier than usual which makes me happy.

“Okay, well you have to answer A, B, or C,” I explain, then start asking. “If a guy.” I stop and look up at him. “I’ll change that to girl.”

“Thanks,” he says. “Continue.”

“If a girl decides she wants to move to second base after two dates, you:

A) Lie back and go for it.

B) You tell her to wait until you know each other better.

C) Leave the date.”

He gives me an incredulous look. “Are you serious?”

I nod and snicker. “Yep. Those are your choices.”

After a few seconds of contemplating the choices, he finally answers. “I guess B.”

He goes to explain further, and I interrupt him. “I don’t need all that. Next question. In the bedroom, you’re most known for:

A) Making it fun and exciting

B) Teasing before pleasing

C) Doing it quick.”

Ryan chews on the inside of his cheek, and my insides burn as I think about him naked.

“All of the above,” he says.

“Nope! One. And just one.” I lift an eyebrow at him.

“B. I like to make my women work for it.”

Holy fuck.

It might be cold in here, but damn, I feel like I’m on fire.

After I get out the last few questions, I hurry and add up his total, then use the key at the bottom. When I figure out which one he is, I burst into laughter.

“What?” He tilts his head at me as I suck in air. “Come on, tell me,” he nearly begs.

“You sure you wanna know?” I tease.

“Absolutely.”Chapter SixRyanKendall laughs her ass off at me, and it’s absolutely adorable.

“Any day now,” I tell her.

She gives me a look. “You’re considered a Distant Diva.”

My eyes go wide. “A what?”

“You’re a Distant Diva!” She points and giggles, then continues reading. “You play by the rules and like to be in control, but you have issues opening up with those you’re dating. Try talking about things that motivate and inspire. Share some secrets. Men, ahem, women like to know you’re interested, so show it more. You’re committed to relationships as long as there’s trust, but it takes a lot to break a Distant Diva from his shell.” She looks at me with wide eyes. “I’m never letting you live that down.”

“And what are you?” I ask, reaching for the magazine, but she doesn’t give it to me.

“I’m a Foxy Fireball. I know how to pleasure and be pleasured. I’m not afraid to ask for what I want in and outside of the bedroom, and I’m fun to date. I’ve got to say, I have to agree with both assessments.” She snorts.

I tilt my head, realizing how true both probably are. Kendall’s the type of woman who says what she wants and typically gets it. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s exactly how she was in the bedroom too. Just thinking about her dominating me makes me hard as fuck, and I have to adjust myself. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice.

“So where’s the lie in the survey because it seems legitimate to me, Distant Diva,” she sing-songs with a chuckle. “You know, I could help you with that.”

I swallow. “With what, exactly?”

“Your relationship issues.”

I let out a bark of a laugh, but I’m also convinced she probably could. “Last time I checked, I didn’t need a love therapist.”

With a popped eyebrow, she grabs the pen she used to mark the survey as if she’s getting ready to take notes. “You sure about that?”

I chuckle. “Most of my relationships end because I work too much. You know that, Kendall. Women want attention, and I’m married to my job. Until I find someone who can appreciate me when I’m around but allows me to do the work I’m passionate about, I’m sure I’ll be single forever. And that’s okay with me.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Maybe. Maybe not. When you’re in love with someone, you want to spend time with them. Maybe you just haven’t actually been in love, but rather in lust?”

“You could be right,” I admit, contemplating her words and the truth that’s in them. Though when I think back to the time my ex, Rachelle, and I spent together, it’s hard for me to place if it was love or if I just liked the idea of being with someone. I do get lonely.

Kendall stands up and stretches. “It’s so gloomy in here.”

“Yeah. I know. We should probably figure out lunch soon,” I say, checking my watch.

She nods. “True. I wonder if we should try to eat some of the things in the fridge.”

“It’s a toss-up because if the power comes on, none of it will be wasted. If it doesn’t, we’ll lose it all. What’s in there that we could salvage?”

“Without a way to cook it, not much.” She sighs. “You don’t have any camping gear anywhere around? A random iron skillet we can throw in the fire?”