Seth (Damage Control 3)
“And what about Seth?”
“God, Cass, let me catch my breath, okay?”
She wags a finger at me, grinning. “I knew it. You want him. Can’t hide from me.”
I can’t, can I? “I don’t know what to do.”
“Go drag him to your bed and screw like bunnies. There you go. Anything else I can help you with?” She winks.
Christ. I smother a laugh under my hand. “Cass.”
“Don’t go all virtuous virgin on me now. I bet you’ve done it already with Sethy, haven’t you?”
Oh boy. Familiar heat suffuses my face. Yeah, no way to hide.
“Yes!” She punches the air triumphantly.
“Cass, what if the one I want isn’t good for me?”
“Define good.”
“He’s a bad boy.”
“Don’t let tattoos or that attitude fool you, girl. Look deeper.”
Right. And look at this, Cassie giving me love advice.
“Fred is an artist,” I mutter. “We connected that way.”
“And Seth isn’t?”
“He is. He draws like nobody I’ve ever seen, but it’s not the same. The conversations I had with Fred…”
“… you can keep having them with Fred. You can have others with Seth. Why not? Doesn’t he have interests?”
“He does.” Like herpetology, and who knows what else? “Won’t he be annoyed that I’m going to college and he isn’t? Won’t he feel, I don’t know… inadequate or something?”
“Will he? Does he give you that impression?”
“No.” Crap, not at all. He’s so supportive it’s hard to believe it. “I don’t know, Cass. I hardly know him.”
“So get to know him. Are you done protesting and trying to deny what you feel?”
That shocks a laugh out of me. “Is that what I’m doing?”
“Hell, yeah. You’re shooting this thing down before it even takes off.”
She’s right. I am. “What if he’s not really interested in me?”
“You kidding me, right?” She reaches out, puts her hand over mine. “Trust me, girl, that boy has been staring at you for months now. He’s been eating you up with his eyes. He wants you, badly.”
There’s a lump in my throat. “Really?”
“Cross my heart.”
“Okay. And now he’s had me. What if that was all he wanted?”
“Did he say that?” Cass frowns. “That he doesn?