feeling way too euphoric to put up with her bullshit, so I promised I’d tell her everything in morning.
First thing after walking out of my bedroom, she jumps on my back. Another ambush. She’s a goddamn ninja.
“So did you suck his cock?” Gwen asks, wrapping her arms around my neck, so I can’t drop her. There’s nothing like gasping for breath at eight in the morning.
Somehow I carry Gwen over to the couch and throw both of our bodies down on it. She wraps her legs around my arm like she’s Ronda Rousey, making it clear that I’m not going anywhere until I dish on all the gory details. To be honest everything that happened last night seems like such a lovely dream. I’m a real lightweight and those glasses of Pinot hit me harder than I thought.
Kissing Logan was a complete and utter accident. An amazing accident. I can still taste him on my lips. The sheer masculinity of his touch. Regardless of the kiss, I made myself clear. We are just friends. Next time I see him, I won’t be so tipsy, so easy to get.
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me,” Gwen says, my arm still between her legs. “Tell me I was right about that athlete cock.”
“We didn’t fuck or anything,” I say.
I start to feel guilty. I have absolutely no intention of dating anyone let alone a guy as dangerous as Logan. He’s the ultimate distraction: rich, famous, and utterly sexy. He would be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Yet I led him on. I let him kiss me. I told him I wanted to be friends and then immediately contradicted myself. I’ll be regretting that kiss for years.
I’d cringe myself to death on the couch if Gwen wasn’t on top of me.
“But you touched his cock?”
I burst into a red flame. My entire face feels like it’s on fire. Suddenly, I remember how it happened. I swear I was only trying to grab his thigh! Gwen cracks up. She’s so happy.
“It was an accident!” I plead my case. “We were just kissing, and—”
“Your hand slipped? Cool story babe,” Gwen says. She purses her lips and gives me the double thumbs up. “Are the rumors true?”
“Shit Gwen,” I blush again. “It went like all the way down to his knee.”
“Athletes. I’m telling ya! So do you like him?” she asks, her legs letting go of my arm.
I throw myself dramatically back on the couch like I’m Blanche DuBois. Do I like him? The fact that he’s already distracting me pisses me off. He’s such a handsome asshole. I’ve gone years without worrying about stupid things like boys only for Logan to crash headlong into my well-laid plans. The part that really annoys me is Logan’s status. He’s been a billionaire since the day of his birth. Everything has been given to him.
“He’s so perfect, but—”
“So have his babies,” Gwen interrupts me again. Rarely will she let me finish a thought. “Shit girl. Your whole thing is about making money. Just get his,” Gwen says.
“I would hate myself,” I say.
I’m serious. I’m not a gold digger. There’s no way I’d feel comfortable going from rags to riches. Cinderella I am not.
“Your morals are trash,” Gwen says releasing my arm.
She sits up on the couch and checks her phone. For every one athlete chasing after me, there’s probably a dozen chasing after her. Gwen’s known me for years, yet she doesn’t know my whole life story. I’ve only told her the parts that she asks about, and she doesn’t ask much.
I’m doing some hard thinking on the couch, and she can tell. Gwen gets up in a huff.
“You are impossible! Your whole thing is infuriating! What is the big deal?” she asks, heading into the kitchen.
“You really want to know?” I ask.
“Bitch, I’ve been trying to get you to tell me for years. Everyone always asks me ‘what’s the deal with Tamber, why’s she such a nerd?’ I tell them ‘beats me. Girl’s a mystery.’”
“You know my mom settled down with the first guy she fucked right? Her high school sweet
First thing after walking out of my bedroom, she jumps on my back. Another ambush. She’s a goddamn ninja.
“So did you suck his cock?” Gwen asks, wrapping her arms around my neck, so I can’t drop her. There’s nothing like gasping for breath at eight in the morning.
Somehow I carry Gwen over to the couch and throw both of our bodies down on it. She wraps her legs around my arm like she’s Ronda Rousey, making it clear that I’m not going anywhere until I dish on all the gory details. To be honest everything that happened last night seems like such a lovely dream. I’m a real lightweight and those glasses of Pinot hit me harder than I thought.
Kissing Logan was a complete and utter accident. An amazing accident. I can still taste him on my lips. The sheer masculinity of his touch. Regardless of the kiss, I made myself clear. We are just friends. Next time I see him, I won’t be so tipsy, so easy to get.
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me,” Gwen says, my arm still between her legs. “Tell me I was right about that athlete cock.”
“We didn’t fuck or anything,” I say.
I start to feel guilty. I have absolutely no intention of dating anyone let alone a guy as dangerous as Logan. He’s the ultimate distraction: rich, famous, and utterly sexy. He would be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Yet I led him on. I let him kiss me. I told him I wanted to be friends and then immediately contradicted myself. I’ll be regretting that kiss for years.
I’d cringe myself to death on the couch if Gwen wasn’t on top of me.
“But you touched his cock?”
I burst into a red flame. My entire face feels like it’s on fire. Suddenly, I remember how it happened. I swear I was only trying to grab his thigh! Gwen cracks up. She’s so happy.
“It was an accident!” I plead my case. “We were just kissing, and—”
“Your hand slipped? Cool story babe,” Gwen says. She purses her lips and gives me the double thumbs up. “Are the rumors true?”
“Shit Gwen,” I blush again. “It went like all the way down to his knee.”
“Athletes. I’m telling ya! So do you like him?” she asks, her legs letting go of my arm.
I throw myself dramatically back on the couch like I’m Blanche DuBois. Do I like him? The fact that he’s already distracting me pisses me off. He’s such a handsome asshole. I’ve gone years without worrying about stupid things like boys only for Logan to crash headlong into my well-laid plans. The part that really annoys me is Logan’s status. He’s been a billionaire since the day of his birth. Everything has been given to him.
“He’s so perfect, but—”
“So have his babies,” Gwen interrupts me again. Rarely will she let me finish a thought. “Shit girl. Your whole thing is about making money. Just get his,” Gwen says.
“I would hate myself,” I say.
I’m serious. I’m not a gold digger. There’s no way I’d feel comfortable going from rags to riches. Cinderella I am not.
“Your morals are trash,” Gwen says releasing my arm.
She sits up on the couch and checks her phone. For every one athlete chasing after me, there’s probably a dozen chasing after her. Gwen’s known me for years, yet she doesn’t know my whole life story. I’ve only told her the parts that she asks about, and she doesn’t ask much.
I’m doing some hard thinking on the couch, and she can tell. Gwen gets up in a huff.
“You are impossible! Your whole thing is infuriating! What is the big deal?” she asks, heading into the kitchen.
“You really want to know?” I ask.
“Bitch, I’ve been trying to get you to tell me for years. Everyone always asks me ‘what’s the deal with Tamber, why’s she such a nerd?’ I tell them ‘beats me. Girl’s a mystery.’”
“You know my mom settled down with the first guy she fucked right? Her high school sweet
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